Winterlark
When they forbade clocks they exiled time. Then they opened the doors to the exiled, turned the lights to soft and welcomed the lonely into the loving arms of lyricism who loved them all back with a black velvet voice.
When they forbade clocks they exiled time. Then they opened the doors to the exiled, turned the lights to soft and welcomed the lonely into the loving arms of lyricism who loved them all back with a black velvet voice.