With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
-Bob Dylan - Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands
Into your eyes where the moonlight swims
And your matchbook songs and your gypsy hymns
Who among them would try to impress you?
-Bob Dylan - Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands