When the ground starts moving beneath their feet, they reach for answers that seem solid, even if they are simplistic.
...run around with your ghosts, who perpetually grin..
And god only knows if you’re calling me home.
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
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map