February 2012
She may be young but she only likes old things, And modern music it ain’t to her taste, She loves the natural light, captured in black and white, She sees mirages of mountain ranges, Within a blink of her eyes it changes, Back to the open plain, oh no she can’t explain. I cry out “Love keep your arms around me”, I am a bird that’s in need of grounding, I’m built...
“All you need is love,
all you want is sex,
all you have is porn.”
