Bell works
Bell works
Jan 12, 2014

When the wind drowns you out,
when the thunder roars,
when all you can hear is the pounding of your blood rushing through your ears,
call to me.

Because I have lost my voice and can't call you back when you waunder from me.

And I'm left,
standing there,

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