yeah, yeah, yeah
the hood of your car and the florida skyline
you told me your secrets with your head pressed to mine
we lay close together like ivy entwined
you are all of my songs
and the sun as it shines
so much beauty and style what a beautiful smile
like the perfect picasso
both color and grace
i call my machine to hear your voice
one more time and my stomach gets weak
as your voice comes through
the line the air is quiet,
calm,
and still just as it always
and forever will
and my radio plays the same old song
and it makes me forget that you are gone
