Founds total 2 songs
Not The One
It's the kind of grey November day that washes away reflections. In the eyes of hotel porters. And the latticed wooden benches by the sea contain no travellers.
Next Time
He heard the clatter of her heels in the street. The clock said half-past three. He lay there waiting in the dark to hear. The scraping of the front-door key.
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