Cubby Hole

This is where I tumbl into your heart.

Two headed boy, all floating in glass.The sun it has passed, now it’s blacker than black.I can hear as you tap on your jar;I am listening to hear where you are.I am listening to hear where you are.

Two headed boy, all floating in glass.
The sun it has passed, now it’s blacker than black.
I can hear as you tap on your jar;
I am listening to hear where you are.
I am listening to hear where you are.

(Source: ghost-twee)