1980s
Well I went today maybe I will go again tomorrow,
And the music there, it was hauntingly familiar.
And I see you doing what I try to do for me,
With the words from a poet
And the voice of a choir
And a melody, nothing else mattered.
Just like the white winged dove sings a song sounds like she's singing.
And the music there, it was hauntingly familiar.
And I see you doing what I try to do for me,
With the words from a poet
And the voice of a choir
And a melody, nothing else mattered.
Just like the white winged dove sings a song sounds like she's singing.