Jacky

Why is it always you, that makes it seem, every day brings good news, not meant to live alone, lucky I don't know unease, especially in my café home, if the wind blows cruel, it won't stop our dreams, even if we shed a few, come over here dead slow, dance that twisted beat, reach me with mellow tones, sing when I need a tissue, now is just our history, one golden avenue, even on the days you moan, you're always easy, forget those blue notes, laugh the way you do, it's never just your solace, nothing frightens you, you make me believe.