aurals
The face forgives the mirror, the worm forgives the plow, and the question begs the answer, can you forgive me somehow? Maybe, maybe, when our story is over, we will go where it's always spring, and the band, playing our song again, where all the world is green... If you owe me nothing, we can bring back the old days, where all the world is green... Blithe melancholy, languid sarcastic hopelessness, with a dark laugh at the horrors inside the self...
Favorite track: All The World Is Green.