Stereo Type A

Moonchild still lives in my heart. Can I ask you something? Is your life better now? Sometimes I feel you're sitting next to me and listening to my stories Time always shows me it's hard to understand how to be myself Moonlight dries your tears, moon

I want certain words more than a thousand flowers I want certain words more than a thousand flowers Memory rubs in my heart like sand on my feet My heart is frozen tonite like blue coral in the sea You are my twilight though not always right You are