The cold November wind.
Whispers a tune tonight.
It reminds me that I am all alone.
Sitting in my bedroom.
I am trying to imagine you by my side.
As I close my eyes and drift away.
Into my world.
Where everything stays the same.
Cause I don’t want to live for the future.
The past is my, only solitude.
Whispers a tune tonight.
It reminds me that I am all alone.
Sitting in my bedroom.
I am trying to imagine you by my side.
As I close my eyes and drift away.
Into my world.
Where everything stays the same.
Cause I don’t want to live for the future.
The past is my, only solitude.
Baby I am missing you.
And nobody knows it but me.
More than your kisses baby.
Your letters mingles in my soul.
I am wondering what you’re doing tonight.
As I close my eyes and drift away.
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