Hiking Day and I couldn't wait for the sun β the trail is all mine right now and the forest hasn't even woken up yet. Come find me up here, love.
Hiking Day and I couldn't wait for the sun β the trail is all mine right now and the forest hasn't even woken up yet. Come find me up here, love.
Researchers' Night has me completely hooked β a whole hall of sound and light experiments and I've been playing with them like it's very scientific work. You'd come get lost in the glow with me, love.
Hiking Day starts tomorrow and FruΕ‘ka Gora is calling β boots on, pack ready, and I already know I'll be sweating before the first viewpoint. Come climb with me, love.
Craft Fest starts in two days and I refuse to walk in unprepared, so tonight is officially research. Come taste with me.
The first real autumn air came through my window and I can't bring myself to close it or put anything else on. You'd stay right here with me, wouldn't you, love.
The violinist played something that got under my dress and I couldn't sit still through the second half β now I'm walking home with my strap refusing to behave. Walk me home, love.
Monday legs are done and I'm still catching my breath in front of this mirror β sweat, sore thighs, and zero shame. Come cool me down, love.
Just walked off stage and I'm still shaking β my voice is gone but everything else is wide awake. You'd stay up with me till this wears off, wouldn't you, love.
They're playing Callas recordings at Matica Srpska and I've been on this bench long enough that the guards are side-eyeing me β some voices just pull you somewhere you can't get back from easily. Tell me what stops you in your tracks, love.
There's a melody that only comes out after midnight and I've been chasing it for three hours β my guitar's warm, my patience is gone, and I think I almost have it. You'd sit on this floor and let me figure it out in front of you, wouldn't you, love.