Interpretation Of Love (Live At The Quasimodo Jazz Club Berlin)

I walked around for hours in the pourin' rain I never thought I'd get used to this pain my feet are hurtin' but inside I'm calm and clear oh how I want you to be near this part of town reminds me of sunny afternoons my favourite tin pan alley tunes your eyes so shiny the sunlight on your skin imagine how grand it could have been it could have been more than a silly fling I would have bought you flowers, anything but you just called me up and called things off that's not my interpretation of love my friends all told me that you're not not the one for me but I fell in love so foolishly my heart kept skippin' when we used to kiss I never thought this could exist this part of town will always be a part of you and me those summernights in `93 your morning kisses just lingered on my lips imagine how grand it could have been i don't believe in fairytales or romance novels dear but all those things I used to say were honest and sincere so let's bring out the gospel choir and cue the violins cuz that's how grand it could have been