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