things I have been thinking about
Grey looks
Looks,
time is turning grey,
the imaginary squirrels have slowed,
in building their dams,
and we don't chase nuts anymore.
This sky has been here before,
at least in history,
and you and I look at each other...
with a distant love,
without that mystery,
but our eyes can't look anywhere else,
we know each other.
We know each other.
time is turning grey,
the imaginary squirrels have slowed,
in building their dams,
and we don't chase nuts anymore.
This sky has been here before,
at least in history,
and you and I look at each other...
with a distant love,
without that mystery,
but our eyes can't look anywhere else,
we know each other.
We know each other.
