holy red high waters don’t matter to me anymore
holy red high waters don’t matter to me anymore
holy red high waters don’t matter to me anymore
holy red high waters don’t matter to me anymore
holy red high waters don’t matter to me anymore
A truly stunning album that mentally transports you to foggy early morning streets, the pavement wet from recent rains. Dreary, but in a comforting way. Like sitting next to a window during a rainstorm, listening to the drops hit the glass while remaining warm. Never fails to make me feel safe. Crow Yo