Freedom with a Tear

Going to try on what to do when my love is away, I feel okay. At first sight and to turn out the light, nothing is real. This easy street, with a lot better place to be, with my friends is at the cafe. Each melody recalls what used to be. As warm as May, and she used to care, when love was new. Each caress of my freedom that dragged a tear, I know.

Anything I see of happy laughs with a jerk of a tear is comfortably near. The old devil is gone. I’ve got the fact that is commonly clear. I will disappear because my freedom is calling, I can hear.

Lovely summer dream whispered to the wind and left my heart breaking. Sympathy of what used to be, although love has sinned, my freedom brings me in a tear. Back to the floor with the foot on the ground, stopping the show.