7 acessos
A veil of strands of hair so rare
Aveiled and stranded there nowhere
You speak to me of fate
We even set a date
Could not tell Michelle
I never said and you pretended not to hear
I chose not to reveal for fear
You speak to me of dreams
You speak to me of schemes
And I fell Michelle
We swim in sands of hope relentless grey
And what would Freud say?
He'd say "You speak to me of dreams
You speak to me of schemes"
And I fell Michelle