I long for the sobering moan of a lone instrument drifting through the
empty mountain air, the kind that pulls you from your soul to some
other ethereal place where nothing exists but the breeze and those soft
to booming notes rippling and shining through like twinkling stars
each leaving its own message in a bottle that I only wish I had eyes
strong enough to read.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
I long for the sobering moan of a lone instrument drifting through the
empty mountain air, the kind that pulls you from your soul to some
other ethereal place where nothing exists but the breeze and those soft
to booming notes rippling and shining through like twinkling stars
each leaving its own message in a bottle that I only wish I had eyes
strong enough to read.
inspired by track 18, Deserted Village : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2R_XDufYKvY
