CRYSTAL SPLASH IN VAIN.
Give me a shelter, I asked the moon, we were sitting on the edge of a cliff. I would need a place to hide, to ride out the ocean waves spilling from that miserable, blue cornflower inside my chest.
CRYSTAL SPLASH IN VAIN.
Give me a shelter, I asked the moon, we were sitting on the edge of a cliff. I would need a place to hide, to ride out the ocean waves spilling from that miserable, blue cornflower inside my chest.