Now that it's been a while. Somehow come back in style. You smile at me. I hear the trash collectors at night. Drunk romance, soft forgiving lights. It's all the same.
Lie awake and look through the trees, my dear, my dear. I am waiting, breathe my name, my dear, my dear. Drift now to sleep, fall with the rain, my dear, my dear.
(myles goodwyn). Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap. . Baby, remember i, I tried to make it right. I don't know what to do. It's mind over matter, it don't matter.