Wrong Kind Of Right
Rhiannon Giddens
4:40Who are you dreaming of? Could it be some other love? Now and then, for your eyes alone So though you laugh in my embrace That tender smile upon your face Says to me I might still be on my own I'm looking through a window That's made of frosted glass I wonder, will I see your heart at last? Are you sure that it's not me who visits you so secretly? Tell me, love, who are you dreaming of? You're looking through a keyhole But I'm an open door It's no wonder you don't see me anymore Are you sure that it's not me who visits you so secretly? Tell me, love, who are you dreaming of?