I wanna tell you a story.
A story about the road.
A story which starts with glory
And sudden turns to cloud.
It was a cold cold night of February
And the starts were shining low
The forest was out of berries
And the girl was about to show.
A lady was lying in a white bed
As the man been creating a plan
To get his stomach fed,
To take the carrots out of sand.
The girl came fast and…Continuer
Ajouté par Wind le 26 janvier 2013 à 19:00 — Pas de commentaire