Thunder underneath my feet, My bones are weak, Eyes longing for sleep – It has been days, and a week…
Trouble. Brewing on my mind, Why are you so blind? I can feel it rise – Like a dying sun.…
Thunder underneath my feet, My bones are weak, Eyes longing for sleep – It has been days, and a week…
Trouble. Brewing on my mind, Why are you so blind? I can feel it rise – Like a dying sun.…