Here’s a boy tucked in his room with the night as his companion. The TV glows and the streetlight shines and the cd player spins. It’s the 90s again. Maybe early 2000s. To the owls, the night expects nothing from us. No errands. No phone calls. It’s just you and the sleepers now. Though you better spread those wings before someone wakes up.
Here’s a boy tucked in his room with the night as his companion. The TV glows and the streetlight shines and the cd player spins. It’s the 90s again. Maybe early 2000s. To the owls, the night expects nothing from us. No errands. No phone calls. It’s just you and the sleepers now. Though you better spread those wings before someone wakes up.