Lost in the clouds
Lapse into the lane memories of old times.
Ended into the middle of blues and delusions
Though you pass by, I stray lingering with thy smile
Vague piece of hope that shimmers to dust
And I still yearn the abstract dream all of the silent nights
Nothing changes the keen desire to hold thy hands.
Glimpse through the vibrant mess of whiskey clouds
Love walk me down the unworn streets of the town
Escape the uncertain high and dry days, I'll show you the golden daisies
Nevertheless it's a passè but that sojourn dream is a souvenir.