Poor Light
Katie Crutchfield
Poor light and wet rocks
You left with no answers
I found my peace under the tropic of cancer
If you rush in you'll sleep through your old age
And all your past praises will fit on the first page
Poor light and wet rocks
You left with no answers
I found my peace under the tropic of cancer
If you rush in you'll sleep through your old age
And all your past praises will fit on the first page