What a game we play in this arena. It's called: "haul your ass, or you'll be eaten." Fill your mouth, don't be shy, have a bite now. He wasn't fast enough
I bought you a gift: it?s a picture frame for my face when you decide to place me in the past (because nothing lasts). I won?t talk or move; I?ll fit
So you thought you had your mind glassed up in a jar? Clear and cut and dry but dipped a bit in tar. And you?re hoping for a troll to rob you of your
Go down by the shores of hope where love flows and the ocean floats. Go now, and I will meet you there. We'll sing under the cotton candy clouds. Something
When you're gone, I'm fine, my heart won't unfold cuz I'm fine. My thoughts have more time to echo and soak and stain this space. I'm so fond of you,
: So you thought you had your mind glassed up in a jar? Clear and cut and dry but dipped a bit in tar. And you?re hoping for a troll to rob you of your
: Go down by the shores of hope where love flows and the ocean floats. Go now, and I will meet you there. We'll sing under the cotton candy clouds. Something
: What a game we play in this arena. It's called: "haul your ass, or you'll be eaten." Fill your mouth, don't be shy, have a bite now. He wasn't fast
