We drift in the autumn winds, play with hair's curls, dance in circles with the leaves in the street, lift the wings of the circus... There's beauty in the darkness of simplicity, intensity in the highlights of the silver moon, and the stars smile down on you all, knowingly, we're good friends. You may feel lost, even here in our arms, yet we cradle you so lovingly. And now that you hear us, sing us a song. Now that you hear us, lift our words into the air to where they belong~
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
We drift in the autumn winds, play with hair's curls, dance in circles with the leaves in the street, lift the wings of the circus... There's beauty in the darkness of simplicity, intensity in the highlights of the silver moon, and the stars smile down on you all, knowingly, we're good friends. You may feel lost, even here in our arms, yet we cradle you so lovingly. And now that you hear us, sing us a song. Now that you hear us, lift our words into the air to where they belong~
