The Times We Had

"The times we had
Oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We just put our feet where they had, had to go
never to go

The shattered soul
Following close, but nearly twice as slow
Were my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who
Those who admit defeat too late
Those were the times
Those were our times

And I will always see that day
That day was mine,
When she
Will marry me outside, with the willow trees
And play the songs we made
They made me so
And I will always see that day
Her day was mine

-"Postcards from Italy" by Beirut. This song always makes me think of Chibitalia and HRE. You can't really tell but it's supposed to be Florence. I think Italy is just lovely, and I'm sure little Holy Roman Empire has to agree... Still practicing with my tablet. I would have preferred to do a watercolor, but I thought I'd see what I could do with Photoshop.... Not exactly my forte, but I think it turned out pretty well.