Black roses laced with silver By a broken moon. Ten million stars And the wispered harmonies of leaves. We werer these. Beside a dried up fountain
I mustn' t be late Is my face on straight? Is my face on straight? Will they let me throught the gate Oh I mustn't be late Is my face on straight
how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs
superman is losing fans and i am so sorry so sorry they've packed her bags they've stacked her flags and we are so sorry new you and i know big
Celebration You've spent a long time waiting For a perfect yesterday, Now fill your heart with celebration For that's love's way.
Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train Rockets launched if he is late again Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine To his Mr. Nine till Five
: Black roses laced with silver By a broken moon. Ten million stars And the wispered harmonies of leaves. We werer these. Beside a dried up fountain
: Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train Rockets launched if he is late again Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine To his Mr. Nine till Five
: Celebration You've spent a long time waiting For a perfect yesterday, Now fill your heart with celebration For that's love's way.
: how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs