I think of you more much more than i would
Like to admit that i do before strangers
But there you are
Whispering trough the trees again
Rustling trough the leaves my friend
A feather on my pillow lets me know that you (?)
I remember the night that you were at
December maybe (?)
Your hear and your breath smelled like joh specials
A stranger whom i learned to love
(awaiting extra lyrics edit...)