When memories become needles When memories become needles

The leaves wept in her hair as she sank to a pit of needles The leaves wept in her hair as she sank to a pit of needles

Oh watcher I do see too Ticks have echoed and forgotten But these walls they do remember Oh watcher I do see too Ticks have echoed and forgotten But these wa...

The movie that you watch is no life to be had The movie that you watch is no life to be had