Maps & Atlases

The Ongoing Horrible
Migration to a town where tree swallows houses migration to a town where tree, swallows, houses like a mime troupe ( stowin' (?) ), we're all aging doubles. we sing, we danced, shoes on shoes to the sound of the spinning machine. and we slept arm-in-arm, so soundly ignoring the outside sounds of the ongoing horrible scene. Aus Songtexte Mania