Coffeesmoke - Pieces of a Lady

Looking through the quiet into the streets below
Where love has gone and every song is a prayer
Cast upon the mirror, the colors of the night
Painted in smoke
Candles that float through the air
Sitting at the window, waiting for the dawn
I miss the sounds of the lady who has gone
I miss the light and the laughter of her poems and her songs

Pieces of a lady in the mirror's eye
Pieces of a lady
Falling through the crystal face of my wine

Drifting in the seasons that mellow with the time
Faces that pass through panes of glass in the night
And living off the mem'ries that linger in the dark
Feeling the deep
Pendulum sweep of the night
And written on the ceiling and carved upon the floor
Locked in the shadows that hide behind the door
Lost in the maze of the faces and the colors that she wore

Pieces of a lady in the mirror's eye
Pieces of a lady
Falling through the crystal face of my wine
Falling through the crystal face of my wine

Written by:
Billy Wells

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