spring it came upon us, every insect filled the air dropped their wings upon my brother, cast their shadows on his hair
if we follow where they're leading, we will surely come before some unseen and wondrous magic made of visions to explore near the town where we were living was an old abandoned farm every year we'd plant an orchid in the shelter of it's arm to protect us from the madness of the future still to come it will be like this forever It will keep you safe from harm This Old Dark Machine - James Vincent McMorrow BY:黄病病 then they caught us in the summer dressed in fathers finest clothes you the hat he wore to market I the jacket filled with holes I've been searchins all these hours for a hand as pale as bone that would keep the strongest sunlight and reflect the brightest stone near the town w编辑于2008/05/24更新