Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Ткань, пропитанная ложью (Fabric Soaked in Lies)

The club was dark, the band was playing slow
I saw your profile in the amber glow
You struck a match and lit a cigarette
A cinematic moment I will never forget
We didn't speak, we only shared a look
A silent chapter in a tragic book
Silhouettes and smoke
That is all we ever were
A fleeting illusion
A memory in a blur
Silhouettes and smoke
Fading in the air
I reach out to touch you
But there is nothing there
We danced one time across the wooden floor
Before you walked out through the heavy door
No telephone number, no promise to return
Just a solitary ember left to burn
I come here every Friday, wearing the same dress
Living in an elegant state of distress
Silhouettes and smoke
That is all we ever were
A fleeting illusion
A memory in a blur
Silhouettes and smoke
Fading in the air
I reach out to touch you
But there is nothing there
Just shadows on the ceiling
Just ashes in the tray
A beautiful, temporary feeling
That the morning washed away
Silhouettes and smoke
Lost in the night
Waiting for a lover
Who avoids the light