The Voice of Ray Allen
Did the blooming words you sent me at dawn
Die at the tip of your tongue
Was that tender touch a joke for your laughter
Burning my hopes like the sun
Did your set of eyes with the colour of the glacier
Play a trick on these restless thoughts of mine
Was the hurting silence you left on my pillow
A way to say that no love I may ever find
Die at the tip of your tongue
Was that tender touch a joke for your laughter
Burning my hopes like the sun
Did your set of eyes with the colour of the glacier
Play a trick on these restless thoughts of mine
Was the hurting silence you left on my pillow
A way to say that no love I may ever find
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