As the sea rages, I find little birds in their black cages. They call to me, one by one, staring into the midnight sun. But it is not just for fun, it is for the will to be undone, until the morning come.
As the sea rages, I find little birds in their black cages. They call to me, one by one, staring into the midnight sun. But it is not just for fun, it is for the will to be undone, until the morning come.