I stopped respecting the wind, when the smell of your kerosene eyes reminded me of what had been (and the truth is, that, even now, now that you’re just a memory, I’d trade one day of my life for one more night with you). (…) Track 10 of the Dream Box - My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes (…) CPT 2001

I stopped respecting the wind, when the smell of your kerosene eyes reminded me of what had been (and the truth is, that, even now, now that you’re just a memory, I’d trade one day of my life for one more night with you).

(…) Track 10 of the Dream Box - My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes

(…) CPT 2001