Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly
The stars are always there
And praying towards the shorline
Collapsed into the crests
Where drowning is the best
Join hands as we walk to the water
Our lights turned out for a while
Sucked in by the sinking sand
I must let go
Your hand
Don't look down