I Could Tell You Tales - Colosseum

We can call it love

You cann call it passion

Building storms

Shapes and forms

Pouring from a heart full of change

People turn to rain

Then turn into winter

Then there’re gone

From now on

Have to think abaout a cold kind of future

There was a time

Maybe just one or two

When the nicht caught on fire

Dancing around the room that touched the sky, so high

There was a place

Mabe just one or two

When the queen of desire

Taught me a tune that touched the sky, so high