Rope&Bones

Storms and torments

Mellow contemplation of our existence

You may say that there is no light in them

Do not ever hide from me

Impressions of a nostalgic morning

You shouldn't apologise for it

Clenched teeth that were bared in a sinister convulsive grin

Trembling presentiments

In harmonious order

Ce Sont Donc Là Les Mots Que Tu M'as Soufflés