ardwight: Spiderwebs
ardwight: Monday, Monday, Monday.
ardwight: Take my hand, live while you can. Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?
ardwight: I'll be counting the days that the sun goes past with the clouds beneath my feet.
ardwight: Well here we are at the start of the sunset.
ardwight: Step back to where we were, feels like ten thousand years before, the moment that you shut the door I said, 'how about we get away?'