
Date of issue: 14.08.2019
Song language: English
Bernadette |
It was a quarter to four AM |
Alone in my kitchenette |
That’s where I met Bernadette |
And I still can see her now |
First she kicked on the wash machine |
Streaked 'cross my tv screen |
Rustled the magazines |
And blew my candle out |
But how many days passed since then? |
Since I saw her silhouette |
Now I want her back again |
Oh, my Bernadette |
It was the strangest of summer dreams |
Those nights she spent haunting me |
She touched me 'cross centuries |
And I never felt alone |
But one morning I knew she’d gone |
Left the lights and Victrola on |
And I woke to the saddest song |
A tune from long ago |
Now it feels like I lost a friend |
And I find myself wondering |
Will she haunt my home again? |
Oh, my Bernadette |
Each night when I go to bed |
I leave one candle flickering |
She finds her way back again |
Oh, my Bernadette |