rustling elegies
Lost in the static of a
quiet day
Every little sound drifting away
Softly we fold
Into the cold (ahhhh)
Fading light on
paper lines
Traces that
we leave behind (away...)
Lost in the static of a
quiet day
Every little sound drifting away
Softly we fold
Into the cold (ahhhh)
Fading light on
paper lines
Traces that
we leave behind (away...)