There has been a change of program,
This new broadcast will be brighter than the rest,
The songs on the radio sound different,
Things have changed.
The trees, the grass, the sky,
They remind me of you,
New emotions replace the old pain.
I run my hand along the wall,
And I hear you whisper,
I hear you call my name,
So soft, so sweet,
This is new, it has been a while,
Since I felt this warmth,
Since my heart began to melt,
I’ll tell you about the touch of her hand,
It’s like a breeze of lightning in the air,
Electrifying,
I get goosebumps.
I run my hands along the ridges of her face,
Her eyes, innocent, they smile.
Our lips touch as the red sun kisses the sea,
Sand embrace our feet,
And the water reaches out to greet every so often,
The sea is cold,
But there is warmth in being here,
With the one who stepped out of my dreams,
And took shape in my soul.
I’ll paint the sky for you.
Maybe this is what they talked about in school,
When they talked about love.
Maybe this is what Whitesnake sang about,
Do you think so too?
Do you feel it too?
I touch her lips and she whispers.
Je T’aime.
Maharshi Bhattacharya