ACrying silently with every single song. "Take this sinking boat and pull it home..." “It would be nice, but worthless." she said. Nothing happened. Everything was wrong, yet right. Love it, love it, love it!
ALook, Look at the sky now,What color is it? Or the way, a hawk flies?Or you wake up,and your ribs are bruised thinking so hard on somebody, What do you call that?