You dangle your legs over the edge of the infinite dark.
I throw a stone, and shatter a mirror into a thousand shards
And you don’t have to be nice, cause I kind of like it
And oh, I’ll be I get cross before you can find it.
You can tell me your name, but I will forget it.
I will forget it.
Like the fog that looms above the lake,
I’ll be sleeping till the sunlight dusts my face.
And you don’t have to be nice, cause I kind of like it
And oh, I’ll be I get cross before you can find it.
You can tell me your name, but I will forget it.
I will forget it.
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023