"the warmth of north main street
shows me how I towed myself through
illogical landscapes with you
scribbling on napkins in foreign ports
all sorts of sidewalks I don't traverse anymore
all kinds of people I don't write into the score"
Corrections
I love this song and it means a lot to me as an artist; as a writer; as a lover who is afraid to let go.
"the warmth of north main street shows me how I towed myself through illogical landscapes with you scribbling on napkins in foreign ports all sorts of sidewalks I don't traverse anymore all kinds of people I don't write into the score"
Corrections
I love this song and it means a lot to me as an artist; as a writer; as a lover who is afraid to let go.
also: "the futility of lipstick"
also: "the futility of lipstick"