Midnight not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory?. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan. Memory, All alo
Midnight not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory?. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet. And the wind begins to moan. Memory, All alo
If it were love I would give that love every second I had, and I do. Did I know where he'd lead me to?. Did I plan doing all of this for the love of a man?. Well I let it happen anyhow. And what I