and I felt the old myth,
a secret hand releasing
a bolt.
Twice in my life
it has found its mark,
and once,
it was with you.
and I felt the old myth,
a secret hand releasing
a bolt.
Twice in my life
it has found its mark,
and once,
it was with you.
Me randomly coming up with depressing lyrics:
“Hell is weeping and gnashing of teeth but I’ve seen people do that in their sleep”
Me randomly coming up with depressing lyrics:
“Hell is weeping and gnashing of teeth but I’ve seen people do that in their sleep”