every now and then the stars align
Woman and girl meet by the great design
could it be that you and me are the lucky ones?
everybody told me love was blind
then i saw your face and you blew my mind
finally, you and me are the lucky ones this time.
/ smiles gingerly and brings a mug of tea to her lips now- I can't get you any seals.. / hands the bear the porcelain, filled with chamomile tea but because it's so cold perhaps tea should be in order?