On nostalgia
February 16, 2008
Hurry under the boy are out at play
Hiding out where the clouds are moving faster than our eyes
And in a steady, cursive call I see inside
What other’s told us was a lie.
Hurry under the boy are out at play
Hiding out where the clouds are moving faster than our eyes
And in a steady, cursive call I see inside
What other’s told us was a lie.
