Thin Air
Stranded on mountaintops, we dream of a world without wind to let us in, where the air's not so thin, and you don't spin away so easily each spring
Tristan, I get dizzy at these heights
Tristan, when will you leave me behind?
Stranded on mountaintops, we dream of a world without wind to let us in, where the air's not so thin, and you don't spin away so easily each spring
Tristan, I get dizzy at these heights
Tristan, when will you leave me behind?
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread
2004 • A Name Writ in Water
2004 • A Name Writ in Water
2004 • A Name Writ in Water
2011 • Heaven Is Attached by a Slender Thread