There was once a girl, a feeling so to say,
that took my breath away and kept your heart here to stay.
She met every eye and every given soul,
she raced through my mind and fought through your own.
If you listen to her intently, you'll hear her in every note played,
If you her see her with precision, she's in every brush stroke out there,
If you feel her gently. she's in every mould made,
If you smell her after coffee, she's the in the fragrance so rare.
We yearn for her together; she's at our finger tips when we strum her,
She's on the glass that we paint, She's the voice from our lips,
She's the breath in the air.
And she sings, " Peekaboo, I found you again; hiding in the corner with your imaginary friend, and I'm here tonight to see this through till the end, C'oz I'll always be with you"
that took my breath away and kept your heart here to stay.
She met every eye and every given soul,
she raced through my mind and fought through your own.
If you listen to her intently, you'll hear her in every note played,
If you her see her with precision, she's in every brush stroke out there,
If you feel her gently. she's in every mould made,
If you smell her after coffee, she's the in the fragrance so rare.
We yearn for her together; she's at our finger tips when we strum her,
She's on the glass that we paint, She's the voice from our lips,
She's the breath in the air.
And she sings, " Peekaboo, I found you again; hiding in the corner with your imaginary friend, and I'm here tonight to see this through till the end, C'oz I'll always be with you"
