Couple on couch with Pringles
A couple relaxes on the couch, one holding a Pringles can, both looking off in the same direction.
Transcript (en)
That your door is always open and your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words of bonds And the ink stains that have dried up on some lines Bye.
