And we wait above a road. We're turning to go home. And the silence from the side of the car, Tells me everything and how we are. 'Cause there's no more
And we wait above a road. We're turning to go home. And the silence from the side of the car, Tells me everything and how we are. Cause there's no more
Превод: Почетком новембра. Недеља диск.
made my rounds and that was that In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks And I remember I seen her ass in early November On a Thursday takin' back Sunday
I read in my book on Sunday afternoon So it's easy to think the end's coming soon But though sometimes the signs from heaven are vague Early November
my rounds and that was that In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks And I remember I seen her ass in early november On a Thursday taking back Sunday
made my rounds and that was that In between the frowns and scraps and heart attacks And I remember I seen her ass in early november On a Thursday taking back Sunday
