World
Fragments, textures, traces.
There’s that world in my head, in your eyes, in my bed.
There’s that world in my head, in your eyes, in my bed.
Can you see the light pouring in through the bars?
Half of me is a hole.
Fragments, textures, traces.
There’s that world in my head, in your eyes, in my bed.
There’s that world in my head, in your eyes, in my bed.
Can you see the light pouring in through the bars?
Half of me is a hole.