Tamara rhodes

I can't explain, these things of late. And it burns in the night in the place where I keep my peace. yeah And I can't explain, These strange things of late. And when the darkness falls, I'll hear you...

The clock strikes half past midnight My feet are four steps out the door I see your shadow in the lamp light My love don't live here anymore I'm always wrong when you're never right All I know is that...