I think of him now and again
I wonder how his journey ends
As I sail by on my lonesome sea
That stranger with the haunting face
Here then gone without a trace
Lying with his love, that’s where he’ll be.
-Murray Gold “The Stowaway”
FAVOURITE ROSE AND TEN MOMENTS.
(In no particular order)
- 2.011: Fear Her
Rose’s face. Tis all.
yes yes yes
I’ll never get used to this, never. Different ground beneath my feet. Different sky.