Salty Eyes | The Matches
How we become the hollows of drums
The rests between notes,
The hollers that never reach throats
“Friends” in quotes, they’re not calling
Salty Eyes | The Matches
How we become the hollows of drums
The rests between notes,
The hollers that never reach throats
“Friends” in quotes, they’re not calling
This is the first this has ever been on my dash and hasn’t been posted by me What is happening
Forever one of the best.
My favorite song. I wish I could cuddle it. I also wish I could tell Shawn Harris how much this song means to me. But...