start they said, 'do you remember where you saw her last?' i said, 'her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon' is it spring where you are? i waited all winter
Do you believe it's day? roll us into a ball all of your darkest smiles tempered by your sleeping eyes show me all your scars hold me by my arms burrow
So you can sell yourself on blue diamonds Call Vice, it takes a day to explain the crime You laugh at what the LA Times says about us But delight at
American schools called you starlight in fourteen-point type 10 x 10 and then your most brutalful smile you were looted you opened wide gave props to
Nora says i don't love her the way she wants to be loved nora knows i love trouble but she wants stable trouble once no one holds her to her story if
Sitting there where you buried your pets get up! we'll dig graves for your invisible friends now i can't stand to hear another thing explained your trip
Washington?s on the one I?m in the middle of speaking And you?re under the gun Seething, leave it to the lone nut It?s unappealing in someone so young
if fifteen years from now, i see her and she says, why didn't it happen between us, stupid? new york soon will hum the electric car has come she laughs when i pretend to fall
This fall, i don't know if i survived i woke up still on fire are you saying i'm still alive? i hear you whispering to me these are pieces i didn't
Quit hiding that you're trying to get close to me i believe it's the one thing you said without smiling it's dubious or it's cruel i'm losing my homemade
Rice won?t grow at home And the Moon doesn?t favor girls Giant fork and spoon Is a sign that the game is on You know Karate now? From a show? When two
I came back on the trail of a man things are the same as when i left well, i so wanted to say hey but i know you think my sentence was too light now
Time: 2:15 Irving Music, Inc. BMI Master #57934 Brian Wilson
Spring, summer, winter and fall keep the world in time spinning around like a ball Never to unwind Spring, summer, winter and fall are in everything
E passato l?autunno, i rami spezzati, e caduto l?inverno, i grappoli di neve, han colorito la terra secca e inespressiva del bianco seme del suo cielo