Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Chagall Guevara
Never read much, but she loved to quote
Love is a dead language
All she offered in her parting note
Love is a dead language
I close my eyes and it's all I hear
It rings as hollow as a high school cheer
Who did you plagiarize this time, dear?
Love is a dead language
Outside is a twilight snow
Love is a dead language
Sounds romantic, but I doubt you'd know
Love is a dead language
One soft bullet and the rest is blurred
I claw the sky like a falling bird
You've done your duty
You've spread the word
Love is a dead language
Never felt anything she couldn't touch
Love is a dead language
Never came close, 'cause she knew too much
Love is a dead language
So here's to us all who were born too late
And here's to the promise of a life alone
You've blessed us with such comfort in knowing
Love is a dead language