Lletres:
Nights Like These Memento Mori

Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we?re walking. I don?t ever think we can make it across this open sky alone. My fingertips are frozen

Bandage, our broken bodies, on these tightropes we?re walking. I don?t ever think we can make it across this open sky alone. My fingertips are frozen