You never remind me of Paris in spring. A Rembrandt I find, to my mind you don't bring. There's no work of art could start to compare. . You never remind me of pricey French wine.
One night in Rio I'll never forget. Rhythms of life so wild and so wet. Suddenly out of the darkness he came. Somehow he knew my name. . There in the streets in the carnival roar.
It's the whisper of the rain when we're sleeping. The familiar way the scent of you clings. In the coolness of the night. It's the little things. . It's the honest way you ask how I'm feeling.
I've been a little reluctant to share my feelings out loud. I've never done well addressing a crowd. But love can't live in shadows. That's not what love's about.
As we turn our lives. Down this complicated road. If you need a hand to hold. I promise you. . I will be your friend. Through whatever life may send. And I know that you will be there too.
Long ago and far away. Before the world had come to this. I took for granted how my life would be. Assuming that my freedom would be free. . Before these evening shadows fell.
I want you, what can I say?. I'm undeniably, reliably sincere that way. I need you, I must confess. The heart and soul of you the whole of you. . And nothing less.
Just when I'm sure that I've got it all down. Somethin' jumps up and spins me around. Sometimes it's the light from my little boy's eyes. Takin' me by surprise.
Tropic days turn into steamy nights. Stateside ways give in to appetites. Panatelas under white straw hats. Sit and soak, Rum and Coke. . Cuban rhythms push the night along.
Everybody needs to be with somebody. Even after all the cold hard facts are known. Like your heart will probably break. What with all that give and take.