
About the pages that go missing in our stories.
VERSE 1
He dreamt a child’s dream
Of candy floss and cream
Echoes call his name
But no body’s there…any more
Faces blurred away
Words he will not say…
VERSE 2
Sitti…
Wonderful lyrics, Steve. Our memories are often projections …
Nice!
très joli!
Wonderful lyric !
