Artists: Mark Schwaber
Album: Two Years and Thirty Minutes
We could sit here all day, counting breaths we take so low and waste away the day.
Or we could take a drive and fuck the law in front of you and talk until intent is true.
Let's laugh last again.
We could think ourselves to sleep. Counting sheep and all our fears until there's nothing left to hear.
Your talk turns tides and then it screams "bounce off the walls" it's riinging clear...