She flew across the sea, we talked on a small screen. A cubism dream, the most beautiful squares I'd ever seen. The canvas was free, a gift good mother gave to me.
The day after I had counted down all of your friends down until. There were none, were none, were none, were none. A hummingbird crashed right in front of me and I understood all you did for us..
Haven't stopped your smoking yet. So I'll share your cigarette. Just to feel it in my fingers. . Walk around 'til 3 am. Tell me what I know again. To keep myself from second guessing.
We're running through the aisles. Of the churches still in style. Does this city have a curfew?. Don't you know it's good to see you too. . The riders on the chan de lise.