Down The Memory Lane
a broken record still plays
in a very distant house
an old man dances slowly
with a shadow of his wife
he kisses a dying cigarette
like the sweet lips of his wife
recalling a taste he long buried
then washes his tongue with vodka
a broken record still plays
from an old man's house
"every night in my dreams🎶
I feel you, I see you"🎶
he...
in a very distant house
an old man dances slowly
with a shadow of his wife
he kisses a dying cigarette
like the sweet lips of his wife
recalling a taste he long buried
then washes his tongue with vodka
a broken record still plays
from an old man's house
"every night in my dreams🎶
I feel you, I see you"🎶
he...