by Father
The sweet smell Of yesterday Pulls me close To you The things we said The things we did The things we didn't do And as the air Flows through your hair Yesterday lives again But you touch my hand Like any man's And call me Your good friend.
by Father
The sweet smell Of yesterday Pulls me close To you The things we said The things we did The things we didn't do And as the air Flows through your hair Yesterday lives again But you touch my hand Like any man's And call me Your good friend.