Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah 
the hood of your car and the florida skyline 
you told me your secrets with your head pressed to mine 
we lay close together like ivy entwined 
you are all of my songs
and the sun as it shines 
so much beauty and style what a beautiful smile 
like the perfect picasso 
both color and grace 
i call my machine to hear your voice 
one more time and my stomach gets weak 
as your voice comes through 
the line the air is quiet, 
calm, 
and still just as it always 
and forever will 
and my radio plays the same old song 
and it makes me forget that you are gone