LYRIC FOR SALE

By Inna Piven

Verse 1

Who do I tell I’m tired of the solo scene?
Who gets the laughs, the tears, the in-between?
Who stops a fight before it even starts—
Teasing me softly,
Disarming my heart?

Chorus

But here I am, same street, same view,
Still chasing the perfect dream of you.
You’re just a ghost from a vintage show,
Or a fading echo from long ago.

Verse 2

I want to know I’m in your daily plans,
Colour your world with nocturnes by Chopin,
And at dawn, still veiled in silver lace,
I draw the blinds and kiss your sleepy face.

Chorus

But here I am, same street, same view,
Still chasing the perfect dream of you.
You’re just a ghost from a vintage show,
Or a fading echo from long ago.

Verse 3

You talk to me, and I simply agree.
Sometimes we argue in a minor key.
I repeat the words you never spoke,
Lighting a cigar I’ll never smoke.

Bridge

Somewhere, out there, beyond this street,
There’s a ghost of you waiting for us to meet.
And if love’s running late,
Well…
I could patiently wait.

Final Chorus

And here I am, same street, same view,
Still chasing the perfect dream of you.
You’re just a ghost from a vintage show,
Or a fading echo from long ago.