If you don’t know how you got where you are, you probably weren’t watching where you were going.
I’m not sure if I’m singing for the love of it or for the love of you;
long time coming, but now snow is gone
...you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map