in strange weather In a small room, on a naked floor With the blinded heart of black matter I could hear you through the front door Carving silver is strange weather
strange weather! In a small room, on a naked floor, With the blinded heart of black matter I could hear you through the front door Carving silver is strange weather
in strange weather! In a small room, on a naked floor, With the blinded heart of black matter I could hear you through the front door Carving silver is strange weather
