And time after time,
I tell myself, I’m lucky,
To be loving you.
Noone to talk with,
But I’m happy on the shelf,
Ain’t misbehaving.
Songs of long ago,
Drifting through the cool evening,
Those idyllic days.
As complex as simple is.
And time after time,
I tell myself, I’m lucky,
To be loving you.
Noone to talk with,
But I’m happy on the shelf,
Ain’t misbehaving.
Songs of long ago,
Drifting through the cool evening,
Those idyllic days.