Sunset Rubdown: Shut Up I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings.
I'm slipping again and I don't know who to turn to.
I'm afraid of the water. I'm afraid of the sky. I'm tired of waiting. Oceans never listen to us anyway. And if I fall into the drink, I will say your name before I sink. So don't make a sound.
I'm slipping again and I don't know who to turn to.
I'm afraid of the water. I'm afraid of the sky. I'm tired of waiting. Oceans never listen to us anyway. And if I fall into the drink, I will say your name before I sink. So don't make a sound.
Photograph by Mike Brodie.
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