The sea knows a storm is coming before the sky, The water loses its rhythm for a faster, more power filled tempo, The very color of it changes. From the blues and yellows to the color of your eyes.
This is beautiful. I can only try to figure out whose eyes you're comparing this beautiful sounding storm to. Certainly not mine.
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~
This is beautiful. I can only
This is beautiful. I can only try to figure out whose eyes you're comparing this beautiful sounding storm to. Certainly not mine.
~~We can fade away together one dream at a time.~~