The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists pummel absently To birth the spirit in the room The wind it seems to lick
The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists pummel absently To birth the spirit in the room The wind it seems to lick The
Traduzione: Smog. Distanza.
I took your party invitation list And wrote 'enemies' across the top of it Then I asked you To go on a short drive with me So I could point out Some
I took your party invitation list And wrote 'enemies' across the top of it Then I asked you To go on a short drive with me So I could point out Some more
Traduzione: Smog. Breve tragitto in auto.
