David Arn - Andrea lyrics

I was thrown when a saxophone died on Thompson Street Sexy radio voice said this day would be hard to beat Then in a traffic jam my mind got stuck in self-review You're planted inside of me, Can't take down the tree that grows more thoughts of you Andrea, what were we thinking of? This may not come as news You pushed me off my shoes I misread the scale that showed the weight of your shove Anticipation of your touch was sweet and slow as a drug Lifting me from the dark crowded hole no one claims they dug I can still count those back steps leading to your place Who takes my space on your pillow case? Whose memory sees you like a doll always with a smiling face? Andrea, if you only knew My love is a morning sun rising for you, High above the silver names the street gangs drew Won't open up one more day wrapped in SoHo sorrow Don't want to delay turning shadows toward the light It's such a struggle to see past tomorrow When you're always there dancing in my line of sight In the theater of my dreams I see a curtain rise Your beauty steals the easy applause until the sad clown cries In the spotlight your diamond dress appears sapphire blue Illusion fitting you complete As I rise from my expensive seat to cheer for more of you Andrea, that's what I'm dreaming of Nights when you treated to a backstage pa** Don't leave me stranded in line for love