Let me tell you a secret:
That night I saw tall buildings made of glass,
I saw particles illuminated by stars.
I saw wagons painted white,
And cripples leaning on love.
That night I saw tall buildings made of glass,
I saw particles illuminated by stars.
I saw wagons painted white,
And cripples leaning on love.
twilightrose:
thanks, so you are moving, that has got to suck 