I find it difficult to listen to To Zanarkand, or any song that has snatches of that in it, without hearing the skies above.
Yay
Nay
Who the hell are they?
I find it difficult to listen to To Zanarkand, or any song that has snatches of that in it, without hearing the skies above.
Leave some shards under the belly
Lay some grease inside my hand
It's a sentimental jury
And the makings of a good plan