GlowStone
a hug from the back
Draw a line as a route in your back, as a map.
It's all so cold, it's all so grey.
And never a million machines could create a single flower, a single tree, a single bird, or a single soul.
Draw a line as a route in your back, as a map.
It's all so cold, it's all so grey.
And never a million machines could create a single flower, a single tree, a single bird, or a single soul.