The imprints of your fingers br Have marked a half-full glass. br The sentiment still lingers, br The moment's due to pass. br br Your glance can still appear br In my Campari drink br Like blood that's mixed with tears, br Or passion's scarlet ink. br br My hand's already missing br Your gentle velvet skin. br My heart is reminiscing br The sweetest little sin - br br The dream that made my morning. br Your arms, your voice, your lips br Discover space for yearning... br I'd better go to sleep...