Cold Rain Serenade

Cold rain

on the pine needles falling

Mist creeping down the winding street

Da Lat is sleeping in shadows

And I'm still feeling your heat (mhmmm)

Oh, we're lost in a dream of the highlands

Under the silver-grey light (so tender) Holding a ghost of your laughter

In the cold, wet air of the night

Streetlights are blurred in the dampness

Your jacket is still on my chair

I walk through the fog of our memories

Still breathing you

in the air (ahhh)

Time moves slowly in the mountain chill

Every streetlight

is a silent cue

While the city sleeps,

my heart is standing still

Always longing back to you

Oh, we're lost in a dream of the highlands

Under the silver-grey light (so tender) Holding a ghost of your laughter

In the cold, wet air of the night

Cold rain... and the mist...

(always you)