Benny Goodman - Saint Motel

You're gonna see me

In the light of the morning

You're gonna feel me

In a droplet of rain

You're gonna hear me

In icicles forming

You're gonna miss me

Till your dying day

You'll take a breath

And curse what you're breathing

You'll swear you taste me

In the salt of your skin

You'll feel your heart pump

Irregular beatings

The thoughts you blocked

Out came right back in

The one who laughs last

Who waits until the joke

Is long dead

At that moment you strike

Like Benny Goodman

You're gonna see me

In the light of the morning

You're gonna feel me

In a droplet of rain

You're gonna hear me

In icicles forming

You're gonna miss me

Till your dying day

The one who laughs last

Who waits until the joke is long dead

At that moment you strike

Like Benny Goodman