Breeze Of Love

© 2012 Mark Cote

Paint by number world
without the colors
sometimes the summers
seem so long

lonely sunrise boy
greets the weary day
her petals woke him up, but
she couldn't stay

(chorus) Breeze of love
                  blowing
                  scents of love
                  lead him on
                  seems so close then
                  then their gone
                  floating...
                  on and on
                  where do I go
                  where it's right not wrong

northern august moon
she is laughing
just like yesterday
he plays the fool

all his heart can do is
is keep on guessing
with no dream alive
in his own prison

(chorus)