Benny Goodman

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

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

Ohh! The one who laughs last

Who waits, until the joke is long dead

At that moment you strike like Benny Goodman

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

Ohh! The one who laughs last

Who waits, until the joke is long dead

At that moment you strike like Benny Goodman

Benny Goodman