The man of bricks, he stutters southward towards home, towards good mountains. The gentle kind that smile, soft and rounded. Not the jagged ones, the sharp ones. The ones that only let a couple people through. These ones are slow and a little tired, but they always have time for you n time for me too, no matter how much I want to pretend otherwise.
Night and Shattered Thought
Night and Shattered Thought
Night and Shattered Thought
The man of bricks, he stutters southward towards home, towards good mountains. The gentle kind that smile, soft and rounded. Not the jagged ones, the sharp ones. The ones that only let a couple people through. These ones are slow and a little tired, but they always have time for you n time for me too, no matter how much I want to pretend otherwise.