| It was in Burma, June of 1960 so it was
|
| Dimmed light tavern, the smoke from teak wood making its way to us
|
| As you walked away, leaving trails of questions in my mind no answers found
|
| The music from sandaya, whispering songs of colored love
|
| The songs of love, hide my sorrows blinding my need for answers
|
| No where to hide my feelings, the teardrops fill all my heart
|
| The songs of love, take my sorrows spreading on Bay of Bengal
|
| The songs of colored love that plays into the night, erases my past
|
| Sensations struggling, like a hurricane, it came and went away
|
| That day on rainy June, you left me, deserted my heart
|
| So much for crying, squeeze my soulless heart and you won’t find a drop of tear
|
| Music from sandaya, whispering songs of colored love
|
| The songs of love, hide my sorrows blinding my need for answers
|
| No where to hide my feelings, the teardrops fill all my heart
|
| The songs of love, take my sorrows spreading on Bay of Bengal
|
| The songs of colored love that plays into the night, erases my past
|
| The songs of love, hide my sorrows blinding the love that you and I had
|
| No where to hide my feelings, teardrops fill my heart
|
| The songs of love, take my sorrows and spread it on the Bay of Bengal
|
| The songs of colored love that plays into the night, erases my past |