• Brot-Ston
  • Brother
    I don't see your face, Just the sound of our crinkled embrace My fingers stretched at the space Where I once saw your face I don't see the truth Only the ghost...
  • Keepsake
    We drove through the snow after dark, Purple and gold, the shade of dusk at our backs We coloured the cold winter sky, with flashes of anger reflected in our e...
  • Love
    Is this love? Or a feeling more profound For my hands and feet; Well they've barely touched the ground I live my life To the beat of a lonely drum For you my g...
  • Stone
    If I had a wishlist, Oh my god, I'd put you first. Put my heart above my head And leave you the rest my friend If I had the strength I'd save you from the cold...