I Spend Days - Angelo De Augustine

I spend all my days

Thinking of your love

You weren’t my age

But we get along

The moment that I left

I could see everything

House that made a home

Because of loving wives

I spend all my days

Thinking of our love

You appear in dreams

But you don’t turn on

Not in my world

You left a long

Time ago

When I was young

The moment that you left

I could see everything

Against your world

Your meanness wasn’t justified

I spend all my days

Thinking of our love