and we can't stay
we've lost it all - we forget
leaving a ringing
in this house on a hill.

YOU ARE READING
flying through the window
Poetry▶ angles - demons ill - forgotten windows and dreams all in one house ◀ [interpretation is up to you ] [inspired by the cinematic orchestra]
eleven
and we can't stay
we've lost it all - we forget
leaving a ringing
in this house on a hill.