| ... step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white... in between the moon and you angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right... and i walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again.... where..... i don't know.... |
| Angel | |
| Counting Crows | |
| Anna Begins | |
| My Chemexcel From Last Year |
