Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Interlude

Yes, we were listening to Morrissey together in bed, and yes, you may giggle about it and the fact that this song (Interlude, with Siouxsie) came on as we lay there, and yes its awfully soppy but somehow apt...

Time is like a dream
And now, for a time, you are mine
Lets hold fast to the dream
That tastes and sparkles like wine

Who knows (who knows)
If its real
Or just something we're both dreaming of
What seems like an interlude now
Could be the beginning of love

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