Model: Nastassia F. Styling: Me Photo&Edit: Me Assist: Tobias K.
I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from here to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My finger in creases of distant dark places
I'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms