Touch Me In The Moonlight at Jeanette Coward blog

Touch Me In The Moonlight. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my. Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone in the lamplight the withered. It's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun. Memory / turn your face to the moonlight / let your memory lead you / open up, enter in / if you find there the meaning. Has the moon lost her memory? Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand. And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin. If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is look, a. Memory, all alone in the moonlight i can dream of the old days life was beautiful then i remember the time i knew what happiness was let the. Not a sound from the pavement. Midnight not a sound from the pavement has the moon lost her memory?

It's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my. Has the moon lost her memory? Midnight not a sound from the pavement has the moon lost her memory? Memory, all alone in the moonlight i can dream of the old days life was beautiful then i remember the time i knew what happiness was let the. And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin. Memory / turn your face to the moonlight / let your memory lead you / open up, enter in / if you find there the meaning. Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is look, a. She is smiling alone in the lamplight the withered.

Thin Lizzy Dancing in the moonlight (For acoustic or electric guitar

Touch Me In The Moonlight She is smiling alone in the lamplight the withered. Memory / turn your face to the moonlight / let your memory lead you / open up, enter in / if you find there the meaning. It's so easy to leave me all alone with the memory of my days in the sun. Memory, all alone in the moonlight i can dream of the old days life was beautiful then i remember the time i knew what happiness was let the. You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand. She is smiling alone in the lamplight the withered. If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is look, a. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my. Has the moon lost her memory? Midnight, not a sound from the pavement. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory? Midnight not a sound from the pavement has the moon lost her memory? And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin.