My head is sent spinning, caught on the gust of an unexpected song, left unwinding in stupefying motion.
Imagination fell short by miles of nearing in precedent the delight within her soul.
At that I join the choir of those proclaiming this as madness.
Madness it must be, and to madness I must go.
After a while.
My head is sent spinning, caught on the gust of an unexpected song, left unwinding in stupefying motion.
Imagination fell short by miles of nearing in precedent the delight within her soul.
At that I join the choir of those proclaiming this as madness.
Madness it must be, and to madness I must go.
After a while.
Hurricane to the Head