The hood of your car and the Florida skyline

You told me your secrets with your head pressed to mine

We lay close together like ivy entwined

You are all of my songs and the sun as it shines

Beauty and style

What a beautiful smile

Like the perfect Picasso

Both color and grace

Call my machine to hear your voice one more time

Stomach gets weak as your voice comes through the line

The air is quiet calm and still

Just as it always and forever will

And my radio plays the same old song

And it makes me forget that you are gone