At The Break of Day
I hate change, so why does it keep happening?
I want to grab hold of it all, not letting go
until the floorboards swell together again
erasing footsteps of singers and dancers who lived before us.
I hate change, so why does it keep happening?
I want to grab hold of it all, not letting go
until the floorboards swell together again
erasing footsteps of singers and dancers who lived before us.
