Violet Indiana Little Echo
Looking back safe in the future, I can see the love that I was to call my sanity Is just slipping away. Lonely life that offers empty self destruction and seduction tenderness. Overcame my way Those days, have fallen behind me. Those days, start calling behind me. Everyday a desert would be the world I see caving in on me Looking in to me Disguising and guiding through blindness and my own insecurity Those days, have fallen behind me. Those days, start calling behind me.