Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
Willy DeVille
You may be far away or just may be down the street
I hear every sound that you make and every time that your heart beats
You're there in every dream I dream
You're there in every breath I breathe
You're there even while I sleep
You got some kind of magic charm, you got some unearthly ways
I try to hold on so tight to my heart but at night I still see your face
You're there in every dream I dream
You're there in every breath I breathe
You're there even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
You're there in every dream I dream
You're there in every breath I breathe
You're there even while I sleep
You may be far away or just may be down the street
I hear every sound that you make every time that your heart beats
You're there in every dream I dream
You're there in every breath I breathe
You're there even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep
Even while I sleep