
Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.

Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.

Long, long journeys born from a single track.

Long, long journeys born from a single track.

They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now

They kept carving little scratches all over my heart… look what kind of creature i’ve turned into now

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.

I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
