Brisa Roche Call Me
Call me when you're dreaming
Call when you're waking
Call me with your blue eyes
Call me with your brown eyes
Call me in the wet hills
Call me from the fast car
Call from the slow car
The country's exploding like dynamite
I've read everyone of your books
A tempest blows and the tracker
And his hound have been giving us looks
Call me with your green eyes
Call with your hazel eyes
Call me with your pale mouth
Call me with your red mouth
Call me in the soft sky
Call in the rough sky
Call me from the tall wave
Call me from the low wave
The country's exploding like dynamite
I've read everyone of your books
A tempest blows and the tracker
And hound are giving us looks
The country's exploding like dynamite
I've read all your books
A tempest blows and the tracker
And his hound are giving us looks
Call me, call me...