Jan 2022
The light was burnin' low;
the sky poured me rains,
he's on the other side
of the pole.
I tucked myself in
and sang a lullaby
for a nearly dead star.
the sky poured me rains,
he's on the other side
of the pole.
I tucked myself in
and sang a lullaby
for a nearly dead star.
It whispered how it misses home,
and I couldn't agree more.
and I couldn't agree more.
