thunderstorms coming as the cold front moves in/
I feel your hand on my cool, dry skin/
The cow from next door lays its nose against the screen/
You speak to me so softly that I don’t know what you mean/
No, I don’t know/No, I never know/What you mean.
thunderstorms coming as the cold front moves in/
I feel your hand on my cool, dry skin/
The cow from next door lays its nose against the screen/
You speak to me so softly that I don’t know what you mean/
No, I don’t know/No, I never know/What you mean.
Semen STAINS the MOUNTAINTOPS
Semen STAINS the MOUNTAINTOPS