Bombs
Falling through the sky
Like an acorn falling from a tree
Running from a fog.
Love broken.
Loss has begun.
My end is near
Come here my dear, for my love…
…is right here.
Falling through the sky
Like an acorn falling from a tree
Running from a fog.
Love broken.
Loss has begun.
My end is near
Come here my dear, for my love…
…is right here.