Aug 2019
No weatherman warned me
About the downfall of you
About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning
In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew
And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you
About the downfall of you
About the pouring out of emotive soul
Which encompassed the morning
In a matter of seconds, falling
Like a haze of pensive dew
And now I cannot unseen the sight
Or the falling skies of you
When the rain falls inside, as well as out. This one's about a memory. But not at all about me.
https://youtu.be/N9qBsmZnB5w
https://youtu.be/N9qBsmZnB5w
