You, dream boy, are just that.
You could never be more.
Not when the urchin and his violin,
Plucks at my heart and secrets.
I sit in beauty,
Laden in my mind’s eye.
Not a seat on the street.
Not with you at my side.
You, dream boy, are just that.
You could never be more.
Not when the urchin and his violin,
Plucks at my heart and secrets.
I sit in beauty,
Laden in my mind’s eye.
Not a seat on the street.
Not with you at my side.