Carpet stained with my red wine. I've been staring at the fire. I keep looking at the time. I'm waiting on you. I can hear the howling wind. Yes the sound is getting higher.
I drink good coffee every morning. It comes from a place that's far away. And when I'm done I feel like talking. Without you here there is less to say.
I drink good coffee every morning. It comes from a place that's far away. And when I'm done I feel like talking. Without you here there is less to say.