C C cogang May 27, 2012 And then the storm was overhead, All the ocean's boil and river's bled. We auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze. Scatter what remains, scatter what remains.
And then the storm was overhead, All the ocean's boil and river's bled. We auctioned off our memories in the absence of a breeze. Scatter what remains, scatter what remains.
