Madrigal

Our abode 'mongst the stars is waiting, Long enough for our last breath of life. You stare at nothing, right through me, At times resembling the Devil's concubine. And me, I am the idol that would long To caress our eyes until they would open no more

[00:13.209]All the leaves are brown. [00:17.329]And the sky is grey. [00:21.848]I've been 4 a walk. [00:25.569]On a winter's day. [00:30.489]I'd be safe and warm. [00:34.180]If I was in L.A. [00:38.898]California dreaming ! [00:43.780]On such a winte