Sometimes i dream about that red space, tucked away in some part of some city, in the back of some warehouse. And i can see what’s been left in there, and i can see why it can never be let out. And i wake up and I know it’s all true.
Sometimes i dream about that red space, tucked away in some part of some city, in the back of some warehouse. And i can see what’s been left in there, and i can see why it can never be let out. And i wake up and I know it’s all true.