She's a little lighthouse when she
Opens up her red mouth
And gold word ribbons rope and rodeo
The dark clouds in bouquet above
For how long will this dark age last?
For how long must we wait to learn?
Across the black and fossil ocean vast
I spy love and she doth brightly burn
Love sure lives in the right house
Dukes Of Stratosphear.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/01/2012 09:31AM by TG-J.

