Often in the night I hear the voice of my redheaded friend He's always there When I visit that room again. The one with the white round tables, where we last met.
I still remember how my eyes filled When I saw the message. I didn't have to open it.
If the subject is simply a name It can only mean one thing.
A Kind of Ghost
I hear the voice of my redheaded friend
He's always there
When I visit that room again.
The one with the white round tables, where we last met.
I still remember how my eyes filled
When I saw the message. I didn't have to open it.
If the subject is simply a name
It can only mean one thing.