I’ve got a new book,
the pages are all empty,
ready for my words.
The word well is deep,
and you can draw anything,
from it deep waters
The cold mists roll in,
to shroud the trees with a veil,
and to hide the rest.
As complex as simple is.
I’ve got a new book,
the pages are all empty,
ready for my words.
The word well is deep,
and you can draw anything,
from it deep waters
The cold mists roll in,
to shroud the trees with a veil,
and to hide the rest.