Last Quarter Moon

Chiara Civello - Caramel It won't do To dream of caramel, To think of cinnamon And long for you. It won't do To stir a deep desire, To fan a hidden fire That can never burn true. I know your name, I know your skin, I know the way These things begin;

last quarter moon can you tell me dear how do i get out of here build me a bridge of iron and foam and take me to a place unknown last quarter moon can you send me a dream? or get me a canvas of yellow and green draw me a sun into this room and paint