Marta

Theres a cobblestone street
And a little red door
And three flights up is Marta
Waiting there is Marta
Over the wall
Over the wall
And I still can see us lying together
Talking, smoking, lying together
And that thought of being together
Helps me through
So I close my eyes
And I hear her step
And I know shes come to hold me
So, my senses stir
Over the wall
But its never ever her
Its just a dream of her
Over the wall
Over the wall
Over the wall
So I close my eyes
And I hear her step
And I know shes come to hold me
So, my senses stir
Over the wall
Over the wall
But its never ever her
Its just a dream of her
And I wonder if Ill ever see them again