Your gentle finger caresses the fabric
A voile we've woven of the winter since
Behind it,
You stood and teased me like the flimsy sun
Patiently waiting
for the moment I'm yet to come
Your gentle finger caresses the fabric
A voile we've woven of the winter since
Behind it,
You stood and teased me like the flimsy sun
Patiently waiting
for the moment I'm yet to come