There was a feeling

There was a feeling at our last meeting, a disturbance of harmony. How often we sat together on the bed with a cigarette sweaty from love on a summer night. Then the weeks of waiting in between, each of us on our own. A happy knowledge of our intimacy. Then finally the insane desire again and the reward of perseverance. You and me in the hotel. Again and again the great longing, the addiction to you. Then the feeling, at our last meeting. It's hard to say goodbye. Every evening torments us now. Don't think about me. There was a feeling... There was a feeling at our last meeting, a disturbance of harmony. How often we sat together on the bed with a cigarette sweaty from love on a summer night. Then the weeks of waiting in between, each of us on our own. A happy knowledge of our intimacy. Then finally the insane desire again and the reward of perseverance. You and me in the hotel. Again and again the great longing, the addiction to you. Then the feeling, at our last meeting. It's hard to say goodbye. Every evening torments us now. Don't think about me. There was a feeling... There was a feeling at our last meeting, a disturbance of harmony. How often we sat together on the bed with a cigarette sweaty from love on a summer night. Then the weeks of waiting in between, each of us on our own. A happy knowledge of our intimacy. Then finally the insane desire again and the reward of perseverance. You and me in the hotel. Again and again the great longing, the addiction to you. Then the feeling, at our last meeting. It's hard to say goodbye. Every evening torments us now. Don't think about me. There was a feeling...