songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
the waves & the wind & night is black

Tonight, we’re the sea and the rhythm there / The waves and the wind and night is black / Tonight we’re the scent of your long black hair / Spread out like your breath across my back / Your hands they move like waves over me / Beneath the moon, tonight, we’re the sea (Iron […]

just wasn’t made for these times