I love the rain. |
Leaving this town for the better
She said she thinks we are dead...
Her feet press into the sand,
like the portraits of a five-year-old's hands...
Every step closer,
makes you walk even farther...
The sound of a heart breaking,
you realize it's your own...
This.
Electric pyrofrantic life that we revolve around...
Leaving this town for the better
She said she thinks we are dead...
Girl: Do you like this shiny new toaster I got? |
*Laying below the stars |
*Loving each other |