And at the bottom
are hopes
spooling love
as a courtesy
say I am
say I am
history senses quiet
as the clock is spent
_
are hopes
spooling love
as a courtesy
say I am
say I am
history senses quiet
as the clock is spent
_
oh, these needles of rain the skies are full of surprises my only choice of speech is a quiet, topographical melody for I bring us to fors...
No comments:
Post a Comment