her voice brings on recollections of more gentle times, in an otherwise turbulent life...upon the gossamer wings of sadness and hope, on a path to the sun..."lover, where are you taking my head'
Favorite track: Headcase.
yellow fields rolled past me as your drum roll struck my ear drum, then it struck me that colours should not have names. they should be little mysteries like little girls with long hair riding bicycles in the distance whose hair is sometimes yellow too.
now that summer is on our minds, do not be surprised if pens start dancing with paper all around you.
mumma said i've been away with the fairies for too long now so i asked the fairies what she meant. they didn't know, but then i nearly missed the train below the plane above the little girl in the distance. i was realising how small i was.