That time when we were crossin' the Atlantic. The moment now we reached the middle. You turned to me and said something romantic. "I've won the race and you're the medal". And all the ocean liners we
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag. Drifting throught the wind. Wanting to start again. Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin. Like a house of cards. One blow from caving in. Do you ever feel already