There’s a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well. It’s the sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow.
Two men. Not soldiers. Not heroes. Just dancers willing to risk their lives for freedom…and each other.
Smart and coy, a little crazy. The kinda face that starts a fight.
When you make love, do you look in your mirror?
You’re so far away from me. So far I just can’t see…
When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you!