“The moths beat themselves to death against the lights, adding their breeze to the summer nights.”
I always forget how good this album is, until I have my Ipod on shuffle, and World at Large comes on.
“The moths beat themselves to death against the lights, adding their breeze to the summer nights.”
I always forget how good this album is, until I have my Ipod on shuffle, and World at Large comes on.
Posted 1 year ago Notes
