Whispers assured us we were as lost and stoned as anyone else. People come and go, live and die, cities rise and fall, and change. But you – you promised you’d still be there in the morning.
And you were – you are the sound the sun rises to.
And you remain – you’re what the earth spins to.
But you don’t care about your sway over the sun or the earth or the tides.
That’s why we love you.
Happy 20th Birthday, Souvlaki.