Like Claude Rains Dancing Against An October Sky
You'll Never See Love In Reflections Eye
Like Luck or Fate When Playing With Vice
You Only Ever Glimpse It Through Cards Or Dice
Like Wind Raging Or A Gentle Breeze
You Only Know From Trembling Trees
Love Isn't Concrete Or Housed In Skin
It's The Look From Someone Else From Deep Within
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment