Friday, 5 April 2013

Play me something, Friday

Wolf by Now now.
"I would kill to be your clothes,
cling to your body and hang from your bones"

Eye Closed by The Narrative
"You're dreaming,
or at least you've got your eyes closed."

To be with you by The Honey Trees
"Oh, I could sail the world.
Search through the darkest waters,
But I'd never find these golden eyes."