“but you cannot run and you cannot hide, from the wreck we've made of our house, and from the mess inside.”
but you cannot run and you cannot hide, from the wreck we've made of our house, and from the mess inside.
This song is best listened to while staring pensively out a window, thinking about all the wrong choices you've made.
but i cannot run / and i can't hide / from the wreck we've made of our house / from the mess inside
Happened to be reading the story "Goldenchain" by Damion Searls and could not stop thinking about this song. 1
The gray sky was vast and real cryptic above me 1
the gray sky was vast and real cryptic above me.