Nothing is good there, And the air is bitter. It makes it hard to breathe And harder to make a move. It?s been a six month ride Since the end of the
I'll take you to a city Where the skies are all aglow - Where the roads are sung & spread, And the lights are glimmin' low. I'd grab your arms once And
Your words like guns Shot me dead. Now my heart is broken Since you said, "I'm not the kind of girl You should be in love with..." This sentence-- like
name mister? ยป I always will answer that I'm just a traveler. So tell my mom and tell my dad to keep an eye on the mail box so I don't know when I come
Six - Feel my heart pound Five - Four - We don't sell no art tricks Three - We're no natural born critics Two - Tomorrow night I'll say One... These old grids
, And all the passes there converge in green cups : Where the words are barely spoken, And our footsteps are light as feathers. Billionaire Barons come
