Agent Fresco Silhouette Palette
Keep resting on my arm the seething sparkles numb your shining strings brings out those old songs of voiceless nights tints on your yearning skin hands moving in, hands moving in
and you dont have to speak a word heard it in your heart beat skips a lot if only for me im the only one left in this place youre the silhouette of my wants and my needs, my needs, my needs
this scenery reminds me of a lightbulb universe who are you now?
still everything reminds me of our lightbulb universe who are you now?
