8pm, 5F B6 Bonifacio High Street
Sitting next to the sister of my soul I let the music rush over me and claim me the way …
Sitting next to the sister of my soul I let the music rush over me and claim me the way …
It seems to me that the older we get, the more complicated these things become. The farther we get in …
I never quite figured out how they grouped us into classes back then. It could be according to our science …
I’m city, you’re country I’m urban, you’re island But we are like sisters from different parents For love of books …