Start it up. Turn it on. We can ride this storm. A grip of hope in our hands. For the coming dawn. Up to our necks in complexities. Causing us to pause.
Start it up,. Turn it on. We can ride this storm. A grip of hope in our hands. For the coming dawn. Up to our necks in complexities. Causing us to pause.
I jus' lie like your type. I'm telling you what you want to hear. (Or do you really take me true?). It's what you need to feel before you. Spread them legs for me.