Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
She moves like the shoreline, slow and sure,
Leaving a tide of wanting that I can't ignore.
Brightly lit mornings with soft apologies,
In the doorway she brings me to my knees.
Under her spell, I'm drifting slow,
The song that recollects places we used to go.
Under her spell, so sweet, yet so cruel,
My better judgment falls for the warmth of her rule.
Someday I'll shake this reoccurring dream,
Walk a straight line with higher esteem.
But the desert wind that still carries her name
Will make the miles apart seem the same.
Under her spell, I'm drifting slow,
The song that recollects places we used to go.
Under her spell, so sweet, yet so cruel,
My better judgment falls for the warmth of her rule.
Sunset's a promise, but promises can bend,
Don't need forever if I've got tonight to spend.
She'll leave like summer, or return for Spring,
Either way I'm playing the song she hears me sing.
Under her spell, I'm drifting slow,
The song that recollects places we used to go.
Under her spell, so sweet, yet so cruel,
My better judgment falls for the warmth of her rule.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes
