Pastel

There's a feeling in this kind of night

When the air is full of Gulf wind

And seafoam mist just kissed my tongue

And I can feel you touch me



It's the sound of your laughter

That I miss most these days

As echoes from your cool green eyes

Grow louder



And if I never told you how my heart

Was fragile as a bird's wing

I guess instead of silence

My phone might ring



And are you on some foreign shore

With the sun around your shoulders

While some must dwell in paler shades

Remembering old lovers



There's something 'bout this kind of night

So sad and yet familiar

I must have known it as a child

It blows right through my window



Mimosa blossoms fill the night

Sweet Gardenia wine

The wind is from the South again

And you are on the line