If I close my eyes I can smell
your perfume you look and say "Hi baby"
If I close my eyes pictures
from China still hang from the wall
I hear the dog bark I turned
and say, "what were you saying?"
I pictured you in the red
chair inside the pale room
You sat in your chair with
a tube in your arm - you were so skinny
You were still making jokes
I don't know what drugs they had you on
You said, " I guess this is
not the time for long term investments"
You were always laughing but
you never laughing at me
They say in the end the pain
was so bad that you were screaming
Now you were no saint but
you deserved better than that
From the corner I watch them
moving things from your apartment
But I can picture you red
chair and pale room inside my head
If I close my eyes I see your
face and I'm not without you
If I try hard and concentrate
I can gear your voice saying,
"Who better than you"
If I close my eyes I can't
believe that I'm here without you
Inside your pale room your
empty red chair and my head
Dreamin' , I'm always dreamin'
Marco Giunco |
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