Here we are again. The jangle of my ankle chain is the only sound I can hear. When I am here with you. [repeat to end]. Words collide into a single breath.
Here we are again. The jangle of my ankle chain. Is the only sound I can hear. When Im here with you. . Words collide into a single breath. Youre on my mind.
Intense. . Put your socks on and pull 'em up. We got a long ride and a velvet chair to sit on. E-mail junkies press your buttons now. The rocket fuel will last us till we push the boat out.
After six months of living with him. She thinks I gotta get myself an interest. Trying to get over whats gone before. But no one told her you never get over.