Raamverhalen

“‘Cause we lived at the carnival in summer
We scared ourselves to death on a ghost train
And just like every ferris wheel stops turning
I guess we had an expiration date
So I won’t say I love you, it’s too late

Now that you’re on someone else’s shoulders
The winter winds are colder on my own
Maybe we will meet when we get older
Maybe we won’t.”

Nervous – Gavin James