Marta

There's a cobblestone street And a little red door And three flights up is Marta Waiting there is Marta Over the wall Over the wall And I still can see us lying together Talking, smoking, lying together And that thought of being together Helps me through So I close my eyes And I hear her step And I know she's come to hold me So, my senses stir Over the wall But it's never ever her It's just a dream of her Over the wall Over the wall Over the wall So I close my eyes And I hear her step And I know she's come to hold me So, my senses stir Over the wall Over the wall But it's never ever her It's just a dream of her And I wonder If I'll ever see them again