There’s a cold wind blowing
As I save face
From the other side of the canyon
Nestled deep in March
Across
Oceans
And rifts,
And on the other side of the planet,
As dogs bark
And man
Opens
A cold gray sky
For your vision quest.
There’s a cold wind blowing
As I save face
From the other side of the canyon
Nestled deep in March
Across
Oceans
And rifts,
And on the other side of the planet,
As dogs bark
And man
Opens
A cold gray sky
For your vision quest.