Peter Bradley Adams Trace Of You
I watch you run, To catch a trace of you
I fall in love
I hold my tongue, to keep it safe for you
I read your mind, I read your mind
When midnight comes it finds me alone
at the ?
And the clouds you roll
I’m stuck in a dream,
That will not let me go
I close my eyes,
to see a shape of you
Can you mine? Can you see mine?
If you want a little more
Take your chances at the door
I will wait for you
I’ll be just fine, I’ll be just fine
