it's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. it's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. all my books are lying usele
It's desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears. Hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears. That I was born in North Carolina. Not an hour from her home town. A
Song Vienna - Russell Watson, Caroline Dale,. We walked in the cold air. Freezing breath on a window pane. Lying and waiting. A man in the dark in a picture frame. So mystic and soulful. A voice