With so many memories of dreams and comfort, and a lingering need in my mind—blue windows behind the stars, a rising yellow moon, great birds flying across the sky—helpless, helpless, helpless. Love, can you hear me now?
With so many memories of dreams and comfort, and in my mind I still have a need—blue windows behind the stars, a yellow moon rising, great birds flying in the sky—helpless, helpless, helpless. Love, can you hear me now?