today i pulled cello suites out of the river
and Bach rose from the remnants of your voice,
and i looked back to 2008,
wishing we were in bed, the mornings of the years to come still spread before our feet.
today i pulled cello suites out of the river
and Bach rose from the remnants of your voice,
and i looked back to 2008,
wishing we were in bed, the mornings of the years to come still spread before our feet.