The path to HER?
It is laid out, stone by stone, for my heart to explore.
It long and winding and every turn stirs my soul.
She is a hue that Rothko chased until his heart stopped.
And this, she knows.
The path to HER?
It is laid out, stone by stone, for my heart to explore.
It long and winding and every turn stirs my soul.
She is a hue that Rothko chased until his heart stopped.
And this, she knows.
