I followed myself back into the past, through the labyrinth of my mind, with one eye on the present, detached from a world run amok, but I’m slipping away, away to the hands of the grandfather clock
Back Into The Past
Back Into The Past
Back Into The Past
I followed myself back into the past, through the labyrinth of my mind, with one eye on the present, detached from a world run amok, but I’m slipping away, away to the hands of the grandfather clock