The snow is coming down erasing the city. My red hat muffling the whole world. A yellow scarf over my mouth. I must look like a stamp on a parcel. Ready to be collected and sent away.
Last Man on the Moon
Last Man on the Moon
Last Man on the Moon
The snow is coming down erasing the city. My red hat muffling the whole world. A yellow scarf over my mouth. I must look like a stamp on a parcel. Ready to be collected and sent away.