When you've forgotten who I am, I would be watching the Tele strung up on an apple tree, amidst a garden filled with flowers of all kinds; the scents would be sweet, and the sun basks all that stood below it. So say my name, before it slips out your mind.
When you've forgotten who I am, I would be watching the Tele strung up on an apple tree, amidst a garden filled with flowers of all kinds; the scents would be sweet, and the sun basks all that stood below it. So say my name, before it slips out your mind.
