A branch punched a hole In the quiet that was keeping me And Suddenly All the sleep fell out Rolling over the hills in a dark warm wave Vices of the
branch punched a hole In the quiet that was keeping me and Suddenly All the sleep fell out Rolling over the hills in a dark warm wave Voices of the
branch punched a hole In the quiet that was keeping me And Suddenly All the sleep fell out Rolling over the hills in a dark warm wave Vices of the orphan
Übersetzung: Sarah Slean. Dark Room.
