just to lay with you/ there's nothing that i wouldn't do/ save lay my rifle down
and we are vagabonds, we travel without seatbelts on, we live this close to death
But the angles and the corners, even though my work is unparalelled, they never seemed to meet 6
*TUESDAY TUNESDAY* Cracking little tune from The Decemberists about the common recurring dream of creating buildings...
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend Or are you furrowed like a lioness 3
For some unknown reason I love this song. Absolutely loooove it. #decemberists