Belinda Carlisle

Time moves a summer wind
I can see your face again
Was it such a tragedy
Being you ... being me ?
Smoke clears, the pictures fades
But I stay back in yesterday
All the strangers come and go
All of them will never know ...
Nobodys touch feels like your touch
Nobodys gets to me that much
Nobodys kiss moves me inside
And I have nowhere left to hide