Creativity comes with passion.
Passion comes when I think of you.
You can be many a woman.
A woman can also be the songs i play.
Lindsay, you are one of few,
An image i have in my head at night,
A dream I try to fantasise
But a touch and taste that will never be mine.
The smell of a woman can haunt a man
But it is a blessing in itself
Perfume or no perfume, a sent can stay with me
Just like a touch,
Just like a whisper and a smile for me
Or even just to drink with me.
A selective mind leaves an ocean so much larger.
Time is on my side but not in our case.
The lindsay Blues are back.
A young man\'s heart in a career feulled game,
A culture i miss back home.
Am i the one to change for the \'better\'?
I push my fantasies aside.
I know what reality is.
Tonight I paint a canvas:
The canvas is real, experienced, soulful and true.
The canvas could be many things but
Tonight that canvas is you.
Lindsay Blues Part 2.