I've been convicted with and without reason. Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree. And felt the anger of generations. And been a target for a cheap shots of authority.
I've been convicted with and without reason. Tarred and feathered like a piper on a killing spree. And felt the anger of generations. And been a target for a cheap shots of authority.
She caught the melting sky. It burned but still the winter passes by and by. To the other side. . A slow parade of wind. That blows through trees that wilted with the season's children.
She caught the melting sky. It burned but still the winter passes by and by. To the other side. . A slow parade of wind. That blows through trees that wilted with the season's children.
Well, outside my window there's a. Whole lot of trouble comin'. The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones. . Stack heals kickin' rhythm. Of social circumcision.
Well, outside my window there's a. Whole lot of trouble comin'. The cartoon killers and the rag cover clones. . Stack heals kickin' rhythm. Of social circumcision.
As I stare into the fire. All my thoughts go up in flames. Here I stare into the fire. I'll be waiting on the rain. . The box I keep myself in, closes out my air.
As I stare into the fire. All my thoughts go up in flames. Here I stare into the fire. I'll be waiting on the rain. . The box I keep myself in, closes out my air.
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain. The wind would whisper and I'd think of you. And all the tears you cried, that called my name. And when you needed me I came through.
Slowly I heal the love that's found it's way. Onto another path in times of change. Crossing a bridge unknown. Hoping our strength will hold. Should they both let go then let me lay, let me lay.
Slowly I heal the love that's found it's way. Onto another path in times of change. Crossing a bridge unknown. Hoping our strength will hold. Should they both let go then let me lay, let me lay.
You remember me, Japan?. Because I remember you, baby!. Sing with me one time. . Woke up to the sound of pouring rain. The wind would whisper and I'd think of you.