letra de meetings - sixty stories
there is not much left here: a wet blanket, a plie of dirty clothes, and our awe struck sense of wonder and dissidence under the main street bridge. if you paint the letters in red, or black, or anything. i will crouch down, i’ll keep watch and i’ll pull us out of this mess that we’re in. this is more than i can take sometimes and the good is becoming less visable. the people we meet all look the same and i can’t tell were they end and i begin. it won’t stop raining to let us out. the trees sag low and the river is overflowing the path is wet and swallows every step i take. so if we’re stuck here lying let’s try to make the best of things. let’s be honest. “can we share this blanket? i can see my veins through my thin onion skin.”
letras aleatórias
- letra de ain't got no privilege - young ekko
- letra de banco vaticano (maqueta) - la polla records
- letra de grandpas interlude - midwxst
- letra de you aint know - goldde
- letra de pixel shells - superp0s
- letra de nothing works - declan mckenna
- letra de deadlands - dethrone the corrupted
- letra de cypher - divebar youth
- letra de driven snow - islands
- letra de nofel medamem - נופל מדמם - yosi elephant - יוסי אלפנט