A simple song, light melodies
A gentle whisper of why you left me,
You had jamerson play guitar, i always promised you i would learn,
I never got very far.
Light melodies to soften the blow but i feel the snyth tugging me, falling me flat.
I still rent your London city flat, sometimes i pretend you're here, with me dancing heavily to your soft blowing melodies.
When i did unfold, i could not see why
until, i listen to your words and then i hear you again and again for the very first time.
