WeatherBelle

<br>Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room<br>On a cold and sunny afternoon<br>Drinking red wine<br>And counting the laugh lines<br>On the face of the girl who stands in the doorway<br>And over her shoulder<br>There`s a world growing colder<br>I`m feeling older and slowly less sober<br><br>It`s the first and the last time<br>That we`ll ever meet<br>Just falling leaves<br>From winter trees<br><br>So light gives in to dark<br>The nylon sheets softly spark<br>Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart<br>That cannot escape from its past<br><br>And it`s the first and the last time<br>That we`ll ever meet<br>Just falling leaves<br>Dropping from winter trees<br>Strangers touching the parts<br>That love cannot reach