The Wind Starry Transverse Lyrics & Chords By Ettrick

You call it's late afternoon The mice are all out of the race I drown in work but you sound disturbed I guess I can wait I guess I can wait While he's holding your hand You...read more

There is a ledge somewhere set against a deadly precipice which Spring's nostalgic winds never reach. It overlooks the confluence every sewer built by man. I stand naked and...read more