All the world's. A masquerade. Made up of fools. And philosophers. Were it to rain. On our charade,. All washes away,. Except for our true colors. . If any people bothered.
One day. We'll find the time. To spend, together. Until then, my love. . If I had one wish. It wouldn't be hard to choose. Seven Sundays in a row. Cause that's the day.