Sat alone at the edge of the warm ocean. Nighttime illuminated brightly, by a candelabra of moon and stars. This hot humid night of summer overpowering me dragging my spirits Into its sultry mood.
In the distance someone is playing Spanish guitar. Its melody almost mournful. Bringing back my thoughts of you. Memories that scar heart and soul. Wavelets lap the shore like your kisses The night breezes are your sweet breath. Reflections of a life half lived visit me once again. . Someone is playing spanish guitar Note by note burning into my soul reviving the lost feelings of desolation.
Morning is creeping over the horizon This night is sinking into me. Sleep now is only a distant memory. You fade away with advancing light of morning.
Someone is playing Spanish guitar And my soul is weeping.