Letras:
Keren Ann Strange Weather

in strange weather In a small room, on a naked floor With the blinded heart of black matter I could hear you through the front door Carving silver is strange weather

strange weather! In a small room, on a naked floor, With the blinded heart of black matter I could hear you through the front door Carving silver is strange weather

in strange weather! In a small room, on a naked floor, With the blinded heart of black matter I could hear you through the front door Carving silver is strange weather