Holland, 1945 // Neutral Milk Hotel
But now we must pack up every pieceOf the life we used to loveJust to keep ourselvesAt least enough to carry on
This song has only one problem: it ends.
The only girl I’ve ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening, 1945
The only girl I’ve ever loved was born with roses in her eyes.
Never stop re-blogging.