In the hushing dusk,
under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom
And strange hunger haunted me,
the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands
- True Detective
In the hushing dusk,
under a swollen silver moon
I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom
And strange hunger haunted me,
the looming shadows danced
I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands
- True Detective
0 comments:
Post a Comment