Brooklyn Heights

À propos

You told me once you would have never wandered away from the misty mountains of those dandy staccato violins but when you avalanched into my life it was another time another era and the moon never really truly shone You said my love my lonesome nights are never-ending and I, I gave away my liberty one of these days my babe I’d like to take a stroll in Brooklyn Heights and then maybe we shall invade the promenade