The dreams that I have,If it spills,My sheets would smell of you,A bit of cherry, mystique and musk. And when the Sun bleeds to dawn,It burns in fury,So, I pity the moon, for its lonely dance. - Celestial Cocktails
The dreams that I have,If it spills,My sheets would smell of you,A bit of cherry, mystique and musk. And when the Sun bleeds to dawn,It burns in fury,So, I pity the moon, for its lonely dance.
- Celestial Cocktails