Something faintly emanating Perfume and decay Whispered lightly in the wind That she had got away Longing for the touch of something Soft upon my face I thought about her fingertips And not her lack of grace
Something faintly emanating Perfume and decay Whispered lightly in the wind That she had got away Longing for the touch of something Soft upon my face I thought about her fingertips And not her lack of grace
