"Hey honey, where the hell is my shooter now?. . You can call me honey, you can steal my money. You can try again and you can pray to Heaven. But I tell you, honey, like the sun is sunny.
Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. Hmmm. . Lightyears to be found, gaze out of my window. Want to feel what it is like to belong. Lead us right through the night. Help us find a place to call home.