My mind's eye wanders all the streets I know//Looking for something not me to show...
Inter-Afterlife
Haunted are the streets in the cool morning mist...
Static-On-Silence
All the world painted in hues of noir scenes and aubergines flashing reds and effervescent greens
Familiar Cobbled Streets, Pt. I
He meant no harm when he requested I take a seat, he simply hoped I'd return to the familiar cobbled streets.
