melt the cold I'm straining to hear a human whisper And I'm painting images on the soft stone Now I'm drinking alone Amidst these figures of stone I
t you know our love is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright. Six saintly
't you know our love is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright. Six saintly
