jillallyn: a little bit of magic.
jillallyn: and when she found out she couldn't fly
jillallyn: we steal your dreams
jillallyn: photoshop play
jillallyn: we're on the road to nowhere
jillallyn: a rip in the fabric of your universe.
jillallyn: look right through me
jillallyn: through the glass
jillallyn: through the glass too
jillallyn: dead tree
jillallyn: apparently she's told that joke more than once
jillallyn: so worried...
jillallyn: oh yes, he's coming to steal your soul when you sleep.
jillallyn: sunrise
jillallyn: you talk, but
jillallyn: see?
jillallyn: promises of someday make his dreams
jillallyn: another sunrise
jillallyn: she pictures the broken glass
jillallyn: hope.
jillallyn: where is the heart beneath it?
jillallyn: i don't think you're what you seem
jillallyn: on shadows
jillallyn: split.
jillallyn: what is at the other end?
jillallyn: cemetary bear
jillallyn: did I ever tell you that I think you're pretty?