From the top of a church on a hill. To the tip of a dragonfly wing. From the shine off a hood of cab. To a shimmering diamond within on a ring. That was worn through two world wars.
From the top of a church on a hill. To the tip of a dragonfly wing. From the shine off a hood of cab. To a shimmering diamond within on a ring. That was worn through two world wars.
Wake up Jones stop sleeping on your Momma's coach. Waiting for it to happen get up from. With the yellow finger tips and your bellyful whining complaints.
Girl stuck on the side of a street she said. Why is everyone crossing here she said. There's gotta be somewhere else. Somewhere where people don't shoot each other.