It's a dark path over the ridge.
Like the lark, we play a lonesome melody
without knowledge of who happens to listen
- beyond the ridge -
we know not even our own selves
we are made by the listener
beyond the ridge.
Trust in it
even if.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
It's a dark path over the ridge.
Like the lark, we play a lonesome melody
without knowledge of who happens to listen
- beyond the ridge -
we know not even our own selves
we are made by the listener
beyond the ridge.
Trust in it
even if.