A sky, steeped in blood. I watch it changing colour, switching shades, turning from orange, to pink, to lilac. As I enter your childhood on a train just passing through. You, who gave everything, not asking much in return. You, with the ashen hair and the steely blue gaze. You, who is still my strenght when I have none. You, the first person I think of when life beats me down. I can´t tell you this. Everything else, but not this.
It`s a lonely thought.
Thomas Denver Jonsson – First In Line (Live with Rosie Thomas & Damien Jurado)
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