Laura is the face in the misty light | |
Footsteps that you hear down the hall | |
The LAUGH that floats on a summer night | |
That you can never quite recall | |
And you see Laura on a train that is passing through | |
Those eyes how familiar they seem | |
She gave your very first kiss to you | |
That was Laura but she's only a dream | |
She gave your very first kiss to you | |
That was Laura | |
But she's only a dream |