People don’t change. At least not in any way that really matters.
...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
Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul..
Please just leave me right here on my own..
Later on you could spend some time with me if you want to—All at sea…
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map