On the table lies a clean empty sheet
Pure white like untouched snow.
It was calling me softly to draw something sweet.
But
I didn't know what to show.
I picked up a pencil and started to draw
And a strange portrait appeared.
Her eyes were looking at me anymore.
So beautiful but filled with tears
Girl of my dreams
Tonight you're not here with me.
Pure white like untouched snow.
It was calling me softly to draw something sweet.
But
I didn't know what to show.
I picked up a pencil and started to draw
And a strange portrait appeared.
Her eyes were looking at me anymore.
So beautiful but filled with tears
Girl of my dreams
Tonight you're not here with me.