another cloud We do not fragile, straight at you Then we vanish to the night Still in your ears but out of sight, not fragile Don't think we feel hurt
pure and white on the earth rich and brown, Just another sunday morning in my quiet mountain town. The sun is shining and the grass is green, Under the 3 feet
and white on the earth rich and brown, Just another sunday morning in my quiet mountain town. The sun is shining and the grass is green, Under the 3 feet
want to buy us tickets, and not get your ten bucks, and not go buy yourself a bottle of Vodka, then be my guest. [Homeless man:] Six tickets, please... (
white on the earth rich and brown, Just another sunday morning in my quiet mountain town. The sun is shining and the grass is green, Under the 3 feet
