I love this part, "Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed When our kite lines first crossed We tied them into knots And finally fly apart We had to cut them off"
genius. i love the shins.
I love this part, "Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed When our kite lines first crossed We tied them into knots And finally fly apart We had to cut them off"
genius. i love the shins.