Every night I sit outside and watch that moon enveloped within the dark sky,
Thoughts prevail my mind silently as tears fall down my cheeks of a special time,
The number three will always be a special number of a glimpse of a shared dream,
Darkness envelopes the alcove as I sit alone and hold it close so it won't escape me.
Shattered pain with a lining of a golden composite of pleasure and fantasy of recapturing it,
Placing those days into a special box where they can never be stolen from me again,
The Mystic locks away those memoirs and puts them in her heart forever,
Trois jours is a bond that will never be replaced or forgotten.
Shattered pain with a lining of a golden composite of pleasure and fantasy of recapturing it,
Placing those days into a special box where they can never be stolen from me again,
The Mystic locks away those memoirs and puts them in her heart forever,
Trois jours is a bond that will never be replaced or forgotten.
