Just-her

«Egli non poteva sbagliarsi. Unici al mondo erano quegli occhi. Solo uno era al mondo l’essere capace di concentrare per lui tutta la luce e il significato della vita. Era lei.»

Lev Tolstoj, “Anna Karenina”

Here

Here’s to me
I’m on the edge of my seat
Boud to fall
But I’m hoping you fall into me

Here’s to us
Here’s to the ties that I’ve cut
Along the way
Here’s to the eyes that I’ve shut

Here’s to my soul
Here’s to the weight of my gold
Here’s to the words that I’ve sold
Here’s to the cold deep in my bones

Here’s to my door
Here’s to the record that no one would pay for
Songs that I wrote and got laid for
Here’s to the floor
Here’s to the floor

Here’s to my rent
Here’s to the money I’ve spent on
Trying to do what I’ve bent on
Trying to breath

Trying to breath