Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind, images
You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me in the shade
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never ever forget these images, no
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot try the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
- A Fine Frenzy, Almost Lover
