Julia Holter
He's Running Through My Eyes
Oh, this time my stubborn mind
Will take his love seriously.
But when the summer's over, will he remember winter words?
Do men's hearts grow old, lullaby?
He's running through my eyes.
Oh, this time my stubborn mind
Will take his love seriously.
But when the summer's over, will he remember winter words?
Do men's hearts grow old, lullaby?
He's running through my eyes.