Anna Inghardt:
paper dreams
Anna Inghardt:
Wanderlust
Anna Inghardt:
And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea but for now we are young let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see
Anna Inghardt:
The world's still spinning around, we don't know why
Anna Inghardt:
No secret's too safe, and how you can't stay higher than the stars
Anna Inghardt:
You don't need to fly