Buying some vintage records in Williamsberg stores Playing paper boats on east river shores Meeting mermaids and lobsters in Coney Island Puking our deep
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away Where innocence is burned in flames A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
Most of my sweet memories were buried in the sand The fire and the pain will now be coming to an end How did you get to save me from this desolate wasteland
What are the words that I'm supposed to say? Your white skin, swirling fireflies. Darkness has surrounded Baltimore bay. Why don't you open your blue
: What are the words that I'm supposed to say? Your white skin, swirling fireflies. Darkness has surrounded Baltimore bay. Why don't you open your blue
: Buying some vintage records in Williamsberg stores Playing paper boats on east river shores Meeting mermaids and lobsters in Coney Island Puking our
: Most of my sweet memories were buried in the sand The fire and the pain will now be coming to an end How did you get to save me from this desolate
: Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away Where innocence is burned in flames A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead I'm frozen to the bones, I am
No more walks in the wood The trees have all been cut down And where once they stood Not even a wagon rut Appears along the path Low brush is taking over
Une foule intriguee a cause d'un negro bride Teleguide par mes instincts de guerrier, je renais et remets En question les valeurs de l'evolution de ce
