whenever I breathe in the night,
awash with moon-mist
whenever I breathe in the night,
awash with moon-mist
when the days fall silent
and the years begin to blur,
when I finally make friends with stagnation —
some rich f***er goes and starts a war.
when the days fall silent
and the years begin to blur,
when I finally make friends with stagnation —
some rich f***er goes and starts a war.
isn’t impossible —
I’m almost certain of that.
isn’t impossible —
I’m almost certain of that.
sun dances on frozen lakes —
thaw shifts water slow
sun dances on frozen lakes —
thaw shifts water slow