The moonlight shines on a velvet street,
a melody soft, so bittersweet.
The world is hushed, the night feels near.
A whispered tune only hearts can hear.
The piano hums a gentle refrain,
like raindrops tapping on a window pane.
Every note,
that tear I hide in the shadows,
love,
and I collide.
Take me back to the days of gold,
where hearts were warm and tales were told,
in the rhythm of a lover's sigh.
1920s jazz, where dreams don't die.
The saxophone wails, it pulls me deep.
A time, a sake, a secret to keep.
A candle flickers, shadows sway.
A memory dances, won't fade away.
The piano hums a gentle refrain,
like raindrops tapping on a window pane.
Every note,
a tear I hide in the shadows,
love,
and I collide.
Take me back to the days of gold,
where hearts were warm and tales were told,
in the rhythm of a lover's sigh.
1920s jazz, where dreams don't die.
Shoe black beat, a love so true.
Ba-da-dee-da, I think of you.
Golden nights, the soft moonlight,
swinging gently, lost in flight.
Take me back to the days of gold,
where hearts were warm
and tales were told,
in the rhythm of a lover's sigh.
1920s jazz, where dreams don't die.
Shoe by D, a love so true.
Ba-da-dee-da, I think of you.
Golden nights, the soft moonlight,
swinging gently, lost in flight.
Take me back to the days of gold,
where hearts were warm and tales were told,
in the rhythm
of a lover's sigh.
1920s jazz, where dreams don't die.