Dead Man’s Bones
It feels like I’m running through Sleepy Hollow, in black and white, listening to a scratchy old record of the Monster Mash.
It feels like I’m running through Sleepy Hollow, in black and white, listening to a scratchy old record of the Monster Mash.
It feels like driving through town in a convertible after a rough patch and the clouds are just beginning to clear. The cool wind blowing through your hair, chilling your face and making your eyes water.