Chris Isaak

Flowers and gardens, abandoned from view.
Cry for their love, like I do.
People throw their love to whisper, think of all the boys who've kissed her.
But to me it dosen't matter they, fade away they fade away.
Fade away.
When we meet we feel together, now she's gone I can't forget her.
Love is chance but time won't let her, fade away and fade away.
Fade away, fade away.
( Guitar Solo )