quiet faces

quiet and simple like earl grey with a lemon slice.
The backyard is a graveyard.
Remaining survivors, you are never commended for your bravery. (In your own way, you are beautiful, but I crave the color and the light.)
Spring is coming, spring is coming.

The backyard is a graveyard.

Remaining survivors, you are never commended for your bravery. (In your own way, you are beautiful, but I crave the color and the light.)

Spring is coming, spring is coming.