Listening to Blake Mills
I’m leaning in as near as I can to follow your voice, the sounds of the room where you record: fingers on the frets, a shuffle in your seat, someone wanders beyond the door, the more my eyes close to be there, the more I am
Listening to Blake Mills
I’m leaning in as near as I can to follow your voice, the sounds of the room where you record: fingers on the frets, a shuffle in your seat, someone wanders beyond the door, the more my eyes close to be there, the more I am