Feb 2014
Up through the chimney
out of the stack
heading for space and
I ain't coming back.
Curling and whirling and blown by your sighs,
I
creep through the cracks in the grey clouded skies.
out of the stack
heading for space and
I ain't coming back.
Curling and whirling and blown by your sighs,
I
creep through the cracks in the grey clouded skies.
