Paroles:
The Tear Garden In Search Of My Rose

I found you crying outside on the wall of Devil's Well... A hangman's knot around your feet and praying for the spell to be shattered. May I be the one

wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my

it is. For you can see," says Roy to he, "that I'm about to die, So for my last ride, Fats, how can I achieve the perfect high?" "Well, dog my cats!"