I woke with cold sweat running down my face
touched your warm body kissed your lips of grace
I heard noise behind me and I turned to find you standing there
a ghost of my past with long and flowing hair
my mind it is feeling that lonely stair
and I wish it was true and life had brought you to me
but it is four in the morning and it is only the bottle that sets you free
I woke with cold sweat running down my face
touched your warm body kissed your lips of grace
Fingers dance in the mind of the wind and I can see you as you picked him
a ghost of all my used to bes playing in the background of my memory
all the life we live inside cover with the feeling of youth and pride
dance the last dance with me in the mirror your voice I see
I woke with cold sweat running down my face
touched your warm body kissed your lips of grace
Cold and lonely I walk the winter wind and hear your footsteps
playing softly within the world that we shared
see like the haze long and flowing hair
my mind calls you back to me
dreams of hope and used to be
I woke with cold sweat running down my face
touched your warm body kissed your lips of grace
I heard noise behind me and I turned to find you standing there
A ghost of my past with long and flowing hair
my mind it is feeling that lonely stair
and I wish it was true and life had brought you to me
but it is four in the morning and it is only the bottle that sets you free
Lord have mercy why can’t I let your memory be
a passing thought of me set the passion and the ghost free
Love Tinka
days such as today tend to bring up some of the best and worst of them which in most cases are the same person.....
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)