автор: oziris

I wish you were here,
my dear,
my dear...
I wish you came near,
my dear,
my dear...
Run your fingers down my hair,
and the air
everywhere
filled with static and despair
everywhere,
everywhere...
kiss my lips and touch my hand
my dear friend,
don`t pretend,
make me feel I`m yours again,
my old friend,
my old friend...
I wish you came near,
my dear,
my dear...
I wish you were here,
my dear,
my dear...