December 26, 2010 § 1 Comment

“I couldn’t spill my heart
My eyes gleam looking in from the dark
I walk out in stormy weather
Hold my words, keep us together
Steady walking but bound to trip
Should release but just tighten my grip

Night time
I’ve been working on
White lies
So I’ll tell the truth
I’ll give it up to you
And when the day comes
It will have all been fun
We’ll talk about it soon”

– The XX



December 26, 2010 § Leave a comment

I miss them mountains…

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