and now another memory;
of a voice that attracts my ear,
of a smile and a story to remember.
It started and ended
one hard December night.
When my body was weak
and my mind was uncontrolled.
My hands were clumsy
and could not hold the chords.
The flow of air and feeling
was constantly cut off by coughs.
The momentum of rhythm's not around.
As the set dragged I ask myself,
"What am I doing here,
when I could not even hold the music
that I should be playing with?"
Chorus:
Oh, ho what a night,
a hard and stringent night,
one of those nights where I play to survive
in the land of angels,
in the land of fallen angels.
Then she came from out of the blue,
requesting the song Desperado.
As I smile and say, "I'm sorry"
a glimpse of thought was in my mind,
"She must be lonely too".
She was beautiful,
a pear in my eyes.
She got up and sang
to my surprise.
We talked, we laughed,
we shared same insights.
I could trace sadness
in her stories; I swear
I saw those sadness
in her eyes.
She came when the night
was cold and oh! so lonely.
was cold and oh! so lonely.
She came when mares are in my sight.
She looks like that someone
I always remember.
She reminds me of the pain
of falling in love to a dream.
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I offered her something.
She agreed and gave me her number.
But when I left her for a while, she had gone.
And when I gave her a call, I realized.
That she is just a dream,
just another dream.
Chorus:
She is just a dream,
just another dream.
One of those dreams
that I dreamed
in the land of angels,
in the land of fallen angels.
I play, I sing, I dream
in the land of angels,
in the land of
fallen angels.
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