I liked the way my hand looked on your head
And the presence of my knuckles.
But the beauty of this vision alone
Just like yesterday's sunset
Has been perverted by the sentimental
And mistaken for love.
Live - Iris
And the presence of my knuckles.
But the beauty of this vision alone
Just like yesterday's sunset
Has been perverted by the sentimental
And mistaken for love.
Live - Iris
How's things anyway?