This song is for listening to On nights you're all alone Blank face at the window pane Or a silent telephone
And it's all about a boy you have known With black hair or brown hair And hands made of stone
He had eyes like the deeps in the sky Hair like the clouds you've seen floating by And my sky was your cloud You made the first smile I had ever worn
And it's all about a boy you have known With black hair or brown hair And hands made of stone
Do you wonder if he knows now Of the pain behind your eyes The scorching in your throat Or the half � forgotten � sighs Do you try hard to sleep And feel old memories Creeping to the dark folds of night Your glance and made me dance The first dance I had ever seen
And it's all about a boy you have known With black hair or brown hair And hands made of stone |
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