Giulia Millanta - Coney Island

What is it Coney Island
The color blue of your eyes
Or the scarlet red of your lips
Stolen dreams in the sand
What a bitter surprise
The moon disappeared in a sudden eclipse
Oh Coney Island
You blew away from me
With a warm summer breeze
You left in the summer
Gone in a sway
A distant memory of a thunder storm
Sometimes I wonder
Why you went away
Was it time to go or the wind too strong
Coney Island
You blew away from me
With a warm summer breeze