On an old street bench I sit and sink, humming myself an old song that reminds me of memories my heart was hers, hers, and shes gone and now another man took her hand, I hum myself and old song and I remember her face, the taste of her lips remains with me.
At night my dreams are only about her, looking for a small corner with peace and quiet returning again and telling her that shes the only one, from love like this there is no way back.
On an old street bench a sound is heard, a new song is played and it stirs up my emotions, my heart was hers, hers, and shes gone now another hugs her I hum myself and old song and I remember her face, the taste of her lips remains with me.