But I like the snow
The sun, its story lays apon my back. Soothing inuendo, spreads to my fingers end.
The clouds, they hang a tale for me to bask within. Numb internal, fridgid faults squander what I feel.
The lighting razzes shocking scenes. Adrenal thoughts of impulse, sizzle through my nervous veins.
The clouds, they hang a tale for me to bask within. Numb internal, fridgid faults squander what I feel.
The lighting razzes shocking scenes. Adrenal thoughts of impulse, sizzle through my nervous veins.