Stories (Live in Hong Kong / 1990) - Viktor Lazlo
I remember quite clearly now when this story happened
The autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground
Recovering the lake where we used to swim like children
And that time we were happy But I thought we were
But you had been longing to leave me
Not daring to say
And on that lake conscious
You told me : our story was ending
Now I'm standing here no one to wipe away my tears
No one to hold me warm and no one to walk along with
No one to make me feel no one to make me hope
Oh what am I to do
I'm standing here alone it doesn't seem so clear to me
What am I supposed to do about this burning heart of mine
On what am I to do
Or how should I react oh tell me please
(speach)
The rain was killing the last days of summer
You had been killing my last breath of love
I knew I was gonna be the one
To the left behind
And now I still vaguely conscious
Watching the lake
And I know all story is happening
Now I'm standing here no one to wipe away my tears
No one to hold me warm and no one to walk along with
No one to make me feel no one to make me hope
Oh what am I to do
I'm standing here alone it doesn't seem so clear to me
What am I supposed to do about this burning heart of mine
On what am I to do
Or how should I react oh tell me
