singing
no one else is home right now, and you know what i'm gonna do?
sing. i want to weave harmonies into a golden tapestry, colors of passion on the canvas of my soul. i need these sounds to pour out of my throat until i don't feel anymore, until my lungs burst, and maybe then i'll feel alive.
sing. i want to weave harmonies into a golden tapestry, colors of passion on the canvas of my soul. i need these sounds to pour out of my throat until i don't feel anymore, until my lungs burst, and maybe then i'll feel alive.