Pastel
There's a feeling in this kind of night
When the air is full of Gulf wind
And seafoam mist just kissed my tongue
And I can feel you touch me
It's the sound of your laughter
That I miss most these days
As echoes from your cool green eyes
Grow louder
And if I never told you how my heart
Was fragile as a bird's wing
I guess instead of silence
My phone might ring
And are you on some foreign shore
With the sun around your shoulders
While some must dwell in paler shades
Remembering old lovers
There's something 'bout this kind of night
So sad and yet familiar
I must have known it as a child
It blows right through my window
Mimosa blossoms fill the night
Sweet Gardenia wine
The wind is from the South again
And you are on the line
Words and music copyright ©1995 Betty Elders/ Whistling
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