In the morning she brings music. Takes the dark clouds from my eyes. Gives me something to hang on to. When the cold wind fills the skies. And you ask me do I love her.
Sing a song of love to me. As the shadow starts to grow. And I won't be sad. And lonely anymore. . 'Cause if you sing a song of love to me. I will always find a smile.
I was down, nowhere bound. Needed love, any love. Something new, breezy and bashful but true. . Changing my whole point of view. Suddenly someone, a midnight romancer.
Don't ask me how long, baby, it's gonna take. I don't know, honey, just give it a break. Love don't happen to you overnight. You got to feed it, leave it, give it some light.
It's all become a fantasy. She sits and reads about Tiffany's. I moan all day about the state of the world. And the sun beats down. . Her book is full of pastel shades.