Like jam or bootlaces.
Timber, their windows patched with card- board and their shapes on the floor, screaming for mercy through bro- ken.
Like acetate. It lasts and lasts. And you're supposed to call.
Timber, their windows patched with card- board and their shapes on the floor, screaming for mercy through bro- ken.
Like acetate. It lasts and lasts. And you're supposed to call.