Playing music has always been around in my life.
Sundays after family dinners, on special occasions My
Grandfather, my uncles and my dad all played.
So natur
two bedroom lovers walking under a window they can not see
she waits in the shadows says i hope this ones for me
one kiss for the times not taken two for one she can not see
another embrace and she captured you man - one two, three
- v 2-
Phone calls past the witching hour just to hear your voice
obligations and strange applications if only you would agree
one shot from the window in passing two for when she can not see
another report and shes got you man -one two three
- mid-
she leaves a note on the bedsheet
leans down and whispers in his ear
-hold me ,she cries hold me
dont you ever say goodbye
she cries hold me when you need a lover
hold me when you want a friend
but dont you ever say this is the end
