Wednesday, July 27, 2016

365 7/27



You don't have to prove to me you're beautiful to strangers
I've got lovin' eyes of my own

365 7/26



We saw the ghosts of angels
That spoke of falls from tremendous heights

365 7/25



No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain




365 7/24



Suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always starting fires