Testo Visions

visions of you in shades of blue, smoking, shifting lazily drifting, my darling, I miss you so.

Time goes by, no wonder my senses go reeling your eyes so appealing, I see the whole nicht through.

When will we meet again? When, when, when?
When will we meet again? When, when, when?

I remember the days, beautiful days, tenderly gleamiing my whole life seeming to start and end with you.