10 acessos
Just say the word and I’ll be right over, honey
I’ll meet you on top of the Garden Street rooftop
When will all the distance be forgotten?
Porcelain doves chime above the highway hum
The metronome keeps our bodily rhythms in check
Just say the word and I’ll be right over, honey
I bought you a skirt from a Japanese novelty shop
When will all the distance be forgotten?
When?