My dude came home like Papillon, his spirit never captured
But truth be told, he never had a second chapter
Camo, green and gold, pull me in the sky, it’s the Rapture
Anno Domini, it’s no before, it’s only after
My dude came home like Papillon, his spirit never captured
But truth be told, he never had a second chapter
Camo, green and gold, pull me in the sky, it’s the Rapture
Anno Domini, it’s no before, it’s only after
“Meanwhile the shadows lengthened on the beach; the blackness deepened. The iron black boot became a pool of deep blue. The rocks lost their hardness. The water that stood round the old boat was dark as if mussels had been steeped in it. The foam had turned livid and left here and there a white gleam of pearl on the misty sand.”
Virginia Woolf | The Waves