He said I must be dreaming
But I thought I heard the sound
The sound that lovers make
As they drop down from the window
Quiet as cats, across the courtyard
Moving from shadow to shadow
Past the guards to the forest
So quiet in her still reflection
Drawing them down, drawing them down to the lake
To the centre of her attention.
Steal the moon tonight
Before the morning
Steal the moon tonight
I just love a good mystery.
Bình luận
{{(count_comment == 0)?(''):(count_comment+' Bình luận')}}
Những bình luận hàng đầu
{{comment.username}}
{{comment.content}}
{{item.username}}
{{item.content}}