We don’t sing those songs, not anymore.
How I have missed her voice. How I have dreamed.
And for not, nothing: dreams.
I wonder who hears the songbird now,
I wonder if there’s a place to trade.
I know there’s a different world.
screaming at low volumes
We don’t sing those songs, not anymore.
How I have missed her voice. How I have dreamed.
And for not, nothing: dreams.
I wonder who hears the songbird now,
I wonder if there’s a place to trade.
I know there’s a different world.