Ingen , inget
Tiredness fuels empty thoughts
I find myself disposed
Brightness fills empty space
In search of inspiration
Harder now with higher speed
Washing in on top of me
So I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
I look to my eskimo friend
When I'm down, down, down
Kommentarer
Postat av: julia
hahaha jag trodde det va viktor som stod där med ett skynke runt sig....
Trackback
