In silhouettes of dreams past and present Deep within my desperate heart, as I yearn for your love, reaching for my pen, digging through postage stamps and paperclips
“And they’re moving, across the page”
Producing odd shapes on striped paper, outlines of shaded emotions and verses Calling out your name in bold ink and rhyming stanzas of affection
“Suddenly the day turns into night”
Twilight steps over the horizon as tree top edges touch newly glowing stars Peering through curtains of cosmic lace and flickering candlelight with soft breezes
“Far away, from the city”
Miles counted by minutes can be a daunting task if I hesitate, yet footsteps in the dark follow paths illumined by your eyes, as my need grows for your love…I just can’t wait
*“Mon bébé, J'aime tes façons”
Written with a little help from Peter Frampton Mon bébé, J'aime tes façons - translation - My baby, I love your ways