Latch-keys have an old touch
Like a feather to the rain
The blue eyes of someone
And I left out
I am a Sunday
So I moved in a comfort inn
It's all we ever wanted
A Thoughtful bed
I'll try you again
And that blue eyed someone
And then we'll be cold
Like latch-keys in the rain
I am a Sunday
And sun dust came right in
2019 • I Have to Feed Larry’s Hawk
2019 • I Have to Feed Larry’s Hawk
2019 • I Have to Feed Larry’s Hawk
2019 • I Have to Feed Larry’s Hawk
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent
2014 • For the Recently Found Innocent