james vincent mcmorrow - from the woods
riding horses cloaked in grey
make their way, to my door
lay their boots upon my floor
wash their hands and start to pray
but i am gone, i am not there
james vincent mcmorrow - from the woods
riding horses cloaked in grey
make their way, to my door
lay their boots upon my floor
wash their hands and start to pray
but i am gone, i am not there
