Suddenly bored I took to watching from a window But with eyes closed, forehead resting on icy glass Hearing birch leaves hiss like maracas, then fall...
Suddenly bored I took to watching from a window But with eyes closed, forehead resting on icy glass Hearing birch leaves hiss like maracas, then fall...
Looking up you think sometimes you can see People's faces smiling back down at you From aeroplane windows, that full of glee Of dreams of beaches and...