9:35
The flowers grow from the dirt of the valley,
You look to young to be twenty,
the moon illuminates our afterglow,
pack up your things- it’s time to go.
When was the last time,
you drank your coffee black,
trying to burn everything down,
won’t bring them back.
Embers softly glow,
sometimes I wish
that I could just
take you home.
You look to young to be twenty,
the moon illuminates our afterglow,
pack up your things- it’s time to go.
When was the last time,
you drank your coffee black,
trying to burn everything down,
won’t bring them back.
Embers softly glow,
sometimes I wish
that I could just
take you home.