How sometimes you only want to stop it all from falling into your mind and just return again to the sound of the rain and the fingers of a nostalgic woman behind the piano keys, her longing, knowing we all paid in some way
How sometimes you only want to stop it all from falling into your mind and just return again to the sound of the rain and the fingers of a nostalgic woman behind the piano keys, her longing, knowing we all paid in some way