'Til we meet again, desolation wilderness.
Foto By Sigfather
What silk would ensnare the moth
circling lanterns for echoes we've lost?
And Stars I once begged to touch...
seem simple and strange falling to the horizon.
Foto By Sigfather
What silk would ensnare the moth
circling lanterns for echoes we've lost?
And Stars I once begged to touch...
seem simple and strange falling to the horizon.