David Henley was struggling to come to terms with a lost fling. I’m struggling to come to terms with the devil’s bargain. Hensley wanted to get his girl back, I want to lose the smog. I dream of the bombers turning into butterflies.
We can be cogs in something turning. We are stardust. We are golden.
David Henley was struggling to come to terms with a lost fling. I’m struggling to come to terms with the devil’s bargain. Hensley wanted to get his girl back, I want to lose the smog. I dream of the bombers turning into butterflies.
We can be cogs in something turning. We are stardust. We are golden.
Beautiful.
In the immortal words of Robin Pecknold,
If I had an orchard, I’d work til I was sore