Paul Marti Rossoff Mystery of Lane 1985

Oh, come me back

I'd feel in heaven all I want
I'd feel the time has got no wrong
I'd feel in afternoon the sun is coming past
I'd feel in afternoon God knows what it hath

Still by myself till no word to cry
All I have to say it's no, I'm satisfied
Do you wanna me? Do you touch my skin?
I'm a healthy man, I'm working like a bream

I need your love, I need your satisfy
You walk away with me until tomorrow night
I have this memory, dead it worth
Kill off in this smile life, have seen at the best
Seen at the best

Don't touch, no way, so late
Has left in a way, mystery
And a mystery of lane
And a mystery of lane
And a mystery of lane
And a mystery of lane
And a mystery of lane

Well, stolen down the black my life
I'm gonna be roasted even in the light
No question, no answer a ring of the door
I have been sitting on the bed
And look around my soul