Such a sweet little bit of poetry. Obviously I should put the full thing on here.
There is always sleep between part and meet,
With our usual words on the usual street.
So let us part like we always do...
And in a world without you, I'll dream of you.
When I come to, let us meet
With our usual words on the usual street.
There is always sleep between part and meet,
With our usual words on the usual street.
So let us part like we always do...
And in a world without you, I'll dream of you.
When I come to, let us meet
With our usual words on the usual street.