If you start here late no one will know what you did. No the streets are straight it's the soul that's crooked. I've been treated fine I've been treated elegantly.
If you start here late no one will know what you did. No the streets are straight it's the soul that's crooked. I've been treated fine I've been treated elegantly.
At the foot of the ocean. I'm hearing winds whisper and waves shout. The storm of the morning is clearing, the tide is running out. I'm feeling obviously small.