Now it’s dark, you have my heart frozen on your empty face / Maybe soon my luck will change and love will find a resting place / I water flowers in the rain, I dance beneath your silver flames / I’m crippled by the sound of love beating in my lonely frame / This lonely […]

— · — — · — Songs on painted shadows / Bleed on broken roads / Paved from here to heaven / With anything but gold / And anything but simple / It always was your kind / From the straight and narrow running / Along the straightest line (Jeffrey Foucault) *** Only few days […]

Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window, just to see how sweet she snored / Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window, just to see how sweet she snored / You know she make me feel like jumping, Lord, Lord, through the key hole in the door (Lightnin‘ Hopkins) Unmade Beds // Fotografien von Florian […]