victorvonvortexI see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself
Bring me my food pouch
Or it'll be the end of the world as you know it
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed days, dark sacred nights
And I think to myself
Bring me my food pouch
Or it'll be the end of the world as you know it