Saxaphone And Rain

There is something about the saxaphone mixing with the rain
When you hear it there is no memories in which you would blame
The music has crept in my heart without a warning
Like your peach kiss in the morning
There is something about the saxaphone mixed with the rain
In which under satin sheets can be attained
In which your touch is as romanic as the rain
My dear love let me soak up your pain
Your amour makes me feel like a star with great fame
Sounds of the saxaphone and wet rain on my window pane