A worn old suitcase so what if it's broken, holding all weight for me the weight of me and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend so I'll turn
Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer Look for me in wide falling fields of bohemia All awake With a heavy hand holding me down I stay All
wonder A little low on godspeed I didn't know your wet dream made a sound like and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull and I
where the soul lives I'll find the way to peace and openness but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact I'm waiting for everyone
it off cause I'm worried about money and paradigm stores running low I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road how can I laugh how can I face it right
my solar plexis on the day I made good connection With love out loud, home, hate and sound And who wrote the words to my death sentence When life is what I
of all this celebration you milked the tree, You must get down I'm already down just when do you start to fake a love for jazz and blue green oranges
and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average dope you're in the dream room all alone I
going to waste in more ways then one and spoke to your god but he ain't saying nothing, You push it most days when you're young I never liked him
The fathers torment the one son it falls on across warm deep oceans A whole world away eighteen brothers holding out while the tree of moments and the
Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer look for me in wide falling fields of bohemia all awake with a heavy hand holding me down I stay
and paradigm stores running low I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt how can I laugh how can I
The fathers torment the one son it falls on across warm deep oceans of moments and the man he must become A whole world away eighteen brothers holding
I could settle down then take it slow do the right thing and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull and I hear the rain will fall
and sway gets me down I'll find the way to peace and openness but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact I'm waiting for everyone
a love for jazz and blue green oranges... It's so hieronymus I know no one here needs your kind of redemption How shallow ponds with the growth of decades carry on or I
i made good connection with love out loud, home, hate and sound and who wrote the words to my death sentence when life is what i'm living and leaving now while i