John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
John Gorka
I met her in the summertime
When her arms
Were the color of silence
So blue her eyes
A new horizon
And I walked that way
And I talked that way too
And I found my way through
To her silence
Whoa
To her silence
My heart was full of bitterness
So dark and so close to violence
The ace of spades
Turned upside down
Nothing beat in my hopeless chest
I could not detect a sound
But she would not let me rest
Bound to my silence
Whoa
Bound to my silence
Love came unexpectedly
Late to the bill
An added attraction
The way it goes
The way it stays
And when she is far away
Still I feel her here
Every since she made the day
And the lonely man disappear
Into that silence
Whoa
Into that silence