dancing under the midnight sun, we are the moon's solar demise. honeysuckle boys and apricot girls dance in red and blue parallels forged by the honey that runs down your roseate lips.- everything is changing
INTRO
dancing under the midnight sun, we are the moon's solar demise. honeysuckle boys and apricot girls dance in red and blue parallels forged by the honey that runs down your roseate lips.- everything is changing