Taste

作词 : PotherB

作曲 : PotherB

编曲 : PotherB

It's the last days of summer,

And we knowit's all over.

The feel of you I commit to memory,

Butdon't expect me to let go.

And like a tickle at the back of my mind,

I think of your smile,

Your laugh,

The twinkle in your eye,

Your touch,

Your scent,

Your taste...

Oh- ooooh!

Marooned in the dying light,

Lost in the cold night!

Can't find my way to you!

Somewhere along the way, I lost my sense of place...

A dark chill keeps creeping up,

Lost souls whisper softly,

This nightwon't ever end,

I try to remember your face.

And like a tickle at the back of my mind,

I think of your smile,

Your laugh,

The twinkle in your eye,

Your touch,

Your scent,

Your taste...

Oh- ooooh!

As nights grow colder,

My heart beats slower,

The colors are bleeding out,

Leaving me nothing but gray days.

Oh,I'm howling at the moon,

ravenous in your wake,

I'd like to meet you all over again,

Butdon't expect me to let go.

And like a tickle at the back of my mind,

I think of your smile,

Your laugh,

The twinkle in your eye,

Your touch,

Your scent,

Your taste...

Ooh, and as the morning starts to glow,

It's time for me to go,

Now rest,

Knowing someone misses...

your taste