White Hinterland - "My Love" The summer rubbed its hands together and cast a quiet spell. Grapes tasted like honey, wood felt like bed sheets, and bats brought the night. A danger blushed in our faces and making love...
Said the Gramophone — White Hinterland - "My Love" The summer rubbed its hands together and cast a quiet spell. Grapes tasted like honey, wood felt like bed sheets, and bats brought the night.... more info