smeared like a sunset with nothing left to loose
© Selbstportrait mit Hut, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Some days fall in numbers one by one / Some days I’m caught between the twilight and the dawn / I think I did run out of luck without you / Smeared like a sunset with nothing left to loose / Here I am, here I drink and here I’ll be gone / Singing swing […]