The shadow of our past projects on clouds of dust and gas
The ones where my eyes will rest a silhouette of loneliness
If you see these tears fill in my eyes
It's just the wind that makes me cry
If you could feel this pain inside
The ones where my eyes will rest a silhouette of loneliness
If you see these tears fill in my eyes
It's just the wind that makes me cry
If you could feel this pain inside
It's just the drinks we drank last night
1 comment:
A painting of Ginga!
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