You come to me at twilight. The soft summer breeze, the sand, the waving hair. But how am I to know?. This feeling has no name. Each morning I dream of twilight.
This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track. This is the story of the trou macacq, the pine box derby, the monkey track.
Tonight I will dream. Far below the fading light. My dream is for you. My arms were made to hold you tight. Now the time has come. The time has come. .