Lyrics

I light another cigarette,
and think about the night we met
I held you closely, you had to go
Your car was warm but the night was so cold
Monique

Could it be you found this southern-bound soul
I’m lost like a lion on a fearsome plain
In the hurricane of your evening kiss
On the island of your naked frame

Now everytime, I drink my gin
Nostalgic armies come marching in
They capture me upon sweet summit heights
I search for you beneath this city’s traffic lights
Monique

So now I wait, contemplate time
I walk on fortune’s thin tightrope line
And down below me I see busy city signs
I forget all that when I get you on my line
Monique

Could it be you found this southern-bound soul
I’m lost like a lion on a fearsome plain
In the hurricane of your evening kiss
On the island of your naked frame

Monique