Swelters
up on the bluffwhere I wish I wastwisting up the pages of history
my cold feet danglingmy bony arms gesturingto summon up a little chunk of that history
in the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language
up on the bluffwhere the hardwoods jutout toward the gusts of history
my crusty mind cracksmy restless heart tracksthe fractal lines of history
in the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language
my cold feet danglingmy bony arms gesturingto summon up a little chunk of that history
in the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language
up on the bluffwhere the hardwoods jutout toward the gusts of history
my crusty mind cracksmy restless heart tracksthe fractal lines of history
in the corridor the shadows are longand it messes with my equilibriumand there's strains of a strange language
Losowe piosenki:
There's A Reason For It
Mein Herz Ist Ein Ufo
One Of Us
Let Your Heart Do All The Talking
Graveland
Peaches 'N Cream
Blood is Boiling