The Moon Writes the Song

Hit me like the raindrops
Looking through the crowds
Seeing your face in the mirror
And thinking of the rose bush
Where the fountain sparkled
And you proposed a marriage
But let me be the one to say yes
And now I am picking out my fairytale dream
In a wedding dress
And past the point where there is no return
And I have given you my last glass slipper
And love and adored my own hearts somber
Where the memories are my lasting forever.