hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow
fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying
Vertaling: King Crimson. Grafskrif, insluitend Maart vir geen rede en môre en Tomor.
Vertaling: King Crimson. Grafskrif Insluitende Maart vir geen rede en.
of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be