LYRIC

Laura is the face in the misty lights.
Footsteps that you hear down the hall.
The love that floats on a summer night,
That you can never quite recall.

And you see Laura on a train that is passing through.
Those eyes how familiar they seem
She gave your very first kiss to you,
That was Laura but she's only a dream.

Added by

Admin

SHARE

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

ADVERTISEMENT