Left Behind As Static
A Forest of Stars
This life is but an echo of a lost broadcast, Our voices and our loves, Just as crackles in static. I don't want to be left behind here; When all my others have become as music...
This life is but an echo of a lost broadcast, Our voices and our loves, Just as crackles in static. I don't want to be left behind here; When all my others have become as music...