I woke up with my eyes like prunes My skin felt like an old stiff rag and no amount of drink could slake my thirst I walked out wearing just my skin and wondered where the line between the land and rain grows indistinct.
Thanks Brian. I might share it here if that is possible. There are a few others. Could be an interesting side project, illustrating songs.
Thanks Brian. I might share it here if that is possible. There are a few others. Could be an interesting side project, illustrating songs.