Mar 2016
The thunder calls like an old friend.
I live electric.
But these dark clouds cover me up...
The blankets on beds I've never made.
Shadows share the walls.
They come and go.
They never stay.
I live electric.
But these dark clouds cover me up...
The blankets on beds I've never made.
Shadows share the walls.
They come and go.
They never stay.
