By foot and shadow
Your love makes me a widow .
By smile and shine
Your style isn’t mine .
But I stare into thee
And wonder how fine
I dream of such
And awake so mesmerized
I flirted my heart by seeing your grace
But your style of love is empty minded
So I run back to my bed
To dream of moments that don’t exist
By foot and shadow
Your love makes me a widow
By smile and shine
Your style isn’t mine.
