Directed by Jerrold Ridenour
Music by Unwoman
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“Nothing good gets away“ -John Steinbeck, letter to his son Nov 10, 1958
lyrics
Last night we slept with our fingers intertwined
I’m in love in a city that will never be mine
All our moves are impetuous
But your spell was cast before we were us
In the moment I’m head-over-heels with this
And I promise I