Once he gets a mystic call. Jump into his motorcar. Once we're rolling down the road. He's forgotten where to go. . Travelling with Charley. My detective darling.
Silence. Trying to fathom the distance. Looking out 'cross the canyon carved. By my hands. . God is gracious. Sin would still separate us. Were it not for the bridge.
torment a stench one side inside no doubt lost count. brutalize the half red eyes decide. which side whose side you're in the middle of the fire. a scythe and smock is sharp so sharp.