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
- elias › letra de graffiti - elias
- hamza › letra de spaghetti - hamza
- chadia rodriguez › letra de donne che odiano le donne - chadia rodriguez
- aidanbrowntbd › letra de moving it along - aidanbrowntbd
- tonic band › letra de troppo spesso - tonic (band)
- myller › letra de lass dich nicht mehr ran - myller
- dial zero › letra de holy waters - dial zero
- errorthegod › letra de 19 task force - errorthegod
- chiara ranieri › letra de poco più di un lunedí - chiara ranieri
- imkudo › letra de dont ask me that - imkudo