…and time, clocks keep waving their hands,
doing all that they can
to get our attention.
But the days fly away
down a clean interstate
and I’m staring drunk at a map.It’s a Bright Eyes kind of night.
(Source: hatedaddiction)
…and time, clocks keep waving their hands, doing all that they can to get our attention. But the days fly away down a...
Weather Reports. Probably my favorite song on Noise Floor.