Light creeps through the window on a Sunday evening The bedroom has a soft glow, ethereal like a dream A monsoon collects in the distance with dusty winds Am I dreaming? Am I alive? Can I find the meaning? But only the holy angels know what is left to redeem
Light Creeps Through
Light Creeps Through
Light Creeps Through
Light creeps through the window on a Sunday evening The bedroom has a soft glow, ethereal like a dream A monsoon collects in the distance with dusty winds Am I dreaming? Am I alive? Can I find the meaning? But only the holy angels know what is left to redeem