FILINS - Tenderness Trap

A gentle breeze whispering through the willow trees.
Oh, the way you look at me, a silent sweet decree.
Tenderness, a tender trap, got me caught, no turning back.
Tenderness, a sweet embrace, lost in time, lost in space.
City lights begin to gleam, living out a waking dream.
Every corner, every street,
Your soft presence I always meet.
Maybe I'm a fool for this feeling, maybe I'm just dreaming.