When you were alive I read your horoscope in the paper each morning for a sign you might love me that waiting and holding my breath would be rewarded We see where my hope led us but through the veil you promise: There is more love ahead than behind
When you were alive I read your horoscope in the paper each morning for a sign you might love me that waiting and holding my breath would be rewarded We see where my hope led us but through the veil you promise: There is more love ahead than behind