Oct 2014
Self* induced
Intoxicating lull
Barley, wine, hops and to the moon
Shine.
Will I no longer think of you until the dawning hours?
I can't say.
Or will it be the witching hours of which
my mind you will prey?
Intoxicating lull
Barley, wine, hops and to the moon
Shine.
Will I no longer think of you until the dawning hours?
I can't say.
Or will it be the witching hours of which
my mind you will prey?
