Musik: Stille

And I am a writer,
Writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones.
I am a writer, I am all that you have home
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
And if you don't love me, let me go.

"The Engine Driver" von The Decemberists