rhythmcat, jeong_songs
B, Bm, G, Gb
I'm feeling empty like a desert in a rainstorm
Except the thunder and the clouds
A sort of barren isolation in my latitude
Surfing light and then frustration is the attitude
A footnote from a section in a book that I lost
A strange trope in a collection of voluminous thoughts
I put my hands in some sand
Then some sand in my hands and I let it run out, then I let it run out.
I put some sand in my hands, then I let it run out.