“I will love you till the dawn till the end of this song… so just play along to this sweet intermission and I will be someone else and you’ll be yourself till we are at the end of this sweet intermission”
She cuddled close next to the window screen, so maybe she could hear more of this song. She just sat there, her head against the window, and her legs hugged close. And he sang, the same words, until they were embedded into her memory. She wished she could capture it, so she can remember how the music blended with the words. She doesn’t want this to become just another hum in the back of her mind.