05-06-2017, 11:32 PM
Ten minutes to one
and the night, that’s still young,
gets old by about half past three,
when I tell passers-by
—I'm not scared of the sky,
but the sky should be fearful of me!
and the night, that’s still young,
gets old by about half past three,
when I tell passers-by
—I'm not scared of the sky,
but the sky should be fearful of me!
