In my dreams I am crying and I can’t stop I hear the sound of a drum as the tears drop
On the black tarmac it’s a short walk From my house to yours
It’s the sound of the snare you used to play You drum on school
Sometimes I thought was good
it didn’t matter, I to out
with you, you, with you,
We lie under the in the dark Play in in the
park It was the you
felt when I
you, with you, with you
my dreams am lost in hotel hear the of a ghost but tell
If just an echo a stairwell I’m on my
find jacket tie Or black shoes for that
I think you’d mind they lay
felt crawling down lie with
With you, you, with With you, you
To with you, with
To lie with you
To lie With you, with
With you, with