The Brush of Your Hand

Summer's gone too soon
The dark side of the moon
And I wonder what you're after
When you call

A shoulder to cry on
Oblivion, we don't have that in common
I know exactly what you're after
I let it slide, slide, slide to the windmills of...

Your dreams of tangerines
And the voice, looks, and passion of this old band
That you used to listen to
And my dreams behind the scenes
Of your voice, looks, and passion of your own brand
And the brush of your hand against my hand

It plays out in my head
You'd wear that dress and take my breath away
A choir of cicadas and a bottle wine
And we'd drift off into the night

It hurts to think about it
Sirens call, I try not to lose it
Not now that I've crawled back from the edge
Not now that I see the light ahead
Not until I turn back time
To before I crossed the line into...

Your dreams of tangerines
And the voice, looks, and passion of this old band
That you used to listen to
And my dreams behind the scenes
Of your voice, looks, and passion of your own brand
And the brush of your hand against my hand
Against my hand
Against my hand



Credits
Writer(s): Flavio Christian Gaetan Jerome
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