Words & Music by Ala Ghawas

Do you remember the days I was only nineteen?

I used to chase your smile at the avenues and the magazines

My heart enjoyed skipping beats after beats for you

Now I’m growing older in terms of maturity

Against my childish dreams and living’s duties

And the unforgettable beauty of you

But I still mourn

Lay down here by the telephone

Mourn, all night long

From my blood to my bones, for you

So I’m stepping forward without a trace

With my hunger for love and the memory of your face

And the passion I misplaced in you

And I still mourn

Lay down here by the telephone

Mourn, all night long

From my blood to my bones, for you

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