Sudden chance of rain, she says
And things come pouring back
To this echoing cavern
Flooded from clouds of black
And here we are again, I think
A drowning man inside
With the unrequited unsatiated
A love that's undefined
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
Sudden chance of rain, she says
And things come pouring back
To this echoing cavern
Flooded from clouds of black
And here we are again, I think
A drowning man inside
With the unrequited unsatiated
A love that's undefined
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