staring at an open fire watching flames as they leap higher I recall an old romance I can almost smell the perfume that she wore at our first dance
Staring at the burning embers strange the things that one remembers
I can almost feel her cheek on mine I can almost hear what she's saying as I dance with my old valentine I would swear I can hear the music playing
sitting on a cozy pillow poking ashes with a willow stirs a spark of old desire funny how the memories come rushing back before an open fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
