You show up like a hurricane, all hungry-eyed and weather-stained The clock forgets to tick and I the same I died the...
you’re gentle now but I recall both tender fire and bittle squall, a history so deep it hurts to look.
You show up like a hurricane, all hungry-eyed and weather-stained The clock forgets to tick and I the same I died the...
you’re gentle now but I recall both tender fire and bittle squall, a history so deep it hurts to look.