in between sundays

I left and never called a single daydead, for you could’ve known from farawaywith nothing to live forand everything left to sayI’m fine most of the days in between sundays and scotland wouldn’t be the samebeautiful nuance of blues and greys without her rain… and scotland wouldn’t be the samebeautiful nuance of blues and greyswithoutContinue reading “in between sundays”