Springdales (The)
Nieve
Her face was shown
In all the movies
Of love and the most intimate of dreams
And she could act
Just like the others
But she could never tell what they mean
So she never learned
What they were about
And as she lay with
Her mind in the clouds
That night the stars went out
The ice was cold
His face was freezing
His poplin coat had unstiched at the seams
But he believed
In a wish to hold to
He'd marry the woman on the screen
But tonight like
His lips, the moonlight,
And the girl he
Wished as a bride
Were blue as the night
From Letras Mania