Poor Leo Chamomile (live at Rome studio)

I felt your skin, I felt your lips As soft as chamomile You were a dream In my dreams But for a while You touched my hand oh dear, It made me melt Its so unseen the time we spent. A hallow silhouette Is all you left behind your smile Still on my wall, still in my head A hallow silhouette Is all you left Behind your smile Your eyes are closed, With you I drowse, Well be fine