The match burns down It nips your fingers wakes you from the dream of where you thought you were Run, run, put your face right in it as if the world could care and sliding under the wing to starboard the moon goes up and down on some city somewhere your heart is jammed the … Continue reading

The match burns down It nips your fingers wakes you from the dream of where you thought you were Run, run, put your face right in it as if the world could care and sliding under the wing to starboard the moon goes up and down on some city somewhere your heart is jammed the … Continue reading