In the hot summer nights,
when the sweat clings
and sleep is fitsome
I dream of you.
Your look.
Your laugh.
Your touch.
And I reach for you,
only to find the void
where you once were
in my heart,
my love
lost.
In the hot summer nights,
when the sweat clings
and sleep is fitsome
I dream of you.
Your look.
Your laugh.
Your touch.
And I reach for you,
only to find the void
where you once were
in my heart,
my love
lost.