Should the images remember her And pull the threads of my expressions The songs never touched by her scented skins In regret of strong emotions
She prides herself on desert skies Finds pleasures in the sunsets of her mind Drinks the weeping tears of falling men The spirit with the breath of life
[Alto Saxophone solo: Gregg Rossetti]
I knew before the spirit took her I saw right through her azure eyes The warm vibrations that came in floods Her songs that rained in tearful lines
The sands of her... The dreams of her... The darkness of her... The spirit of her...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
