I've been watching you, little dove, flitting through this dull affair. Tell me, do you ever tire of the mundane, or do you merely pretend to? Because I sense a hunger in you, one I know all too well.
I've been watching you, little dove, flitting through this dull affair. Tell me, do you ever tire of the mundane, or do you merely pretend to? Because I sense a hunger in you, one I know all too well.