I dream a little dream, the same dream, a key.
Slate hearts in the making, lovers charms for the slightly worn spirit, I know something about this type of charm, the yearning -- to be embroidered sumptuously in hopes of bringing the perfect flavor to a refined palette, I understand you souls of longing and waiting, turning ever so slowly away...
The times call for the sacred of heart.
Madame Dieu-
Slate hearts in the making, lovers charms for the slightly worn spirit, I know something about this type of charm, the yearning -- to be embroidered sumptuously in hopes of bringing the perfect flavor to a refined palette, I understand you souls of longing and waiting, turning ever so slowly away...
The times call for the sacred of heart.
Madame Dieu-