Luring Testo

it was an ordinary Friday night
nothing curious to thrill my mind
just the howling breeze
that made dead wood crack and pale leaves
fall dispirited to the ground
suddenly I heard a beckoning sound
so I stepped out but I found no soul
just the cold wind
luring me to a secret affair
with my imagination and you
You you you
Why is this world of mine full of you
It's just the howling breeze
that made dead wood crack and pale leaves
fall dispirited to the ground