Could we not image that noise. [Penguin/Killer]
- Green Noise (3/3)
- «Seems like I’m slipping into a dream within a dream. Must be the way you whisper.»
- White Noise (3/3)
- «We're under the sheets. In our house made of paper, your words all over me.»
- Black Noise (3/3)
- «Faint light of dawn I'm listening to you breathing in and breathing out, needing nothing.»
- Orange Noise (3/3)
- «In this dream, I am warm. There are hands in my hair, and it's good to be there.»
feb 4 2012 ∞
mar 13 2012 +