Christine, Christine, don’t think that I don’t care,
But every hope and every prayer rests on you now.
Anthony Downing and Eleanor Waite
That’s all I ask of you.
Trista Moldovan, Lerouxified.
Requested by Anonymous!
Till we’re dead
Let me be your freedom.
C: Those picnics in the attic! Father playing the violin.
R: As we read to each other dark stories of the North.
No, what I love best, Lotte said,
Is when I’m asleep in my bed.
Masquerade! Run and hide- but a face will still pursue you.