I walk like you guide me, my eyes Are shut like I'm blind Turn to you and listening and tryin' To be in your mind There's a feeling that I get When I
In the valley the girl waits At the back of a caravan Wears a dress made of red wool For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes
Lawd, help me out now We gotta get together, we gotta Organize No matter the weather It's a black Sunday, hey I used to watch my grandmother catch the
You're staring out to space Alone in your favorite restaurant But the stool next to you is vacant You're standing on the edge You looking down on everyone
Translation: The Black Maria. Organs.
Translation: Organized Konfusion. Black Sunday.
: Everyone's right and no one is sorry That's the start and the end of the story From the sharks and the jets to the call in the morning Everyone's
[R. Nattefrost '95] The toes that you step on today may be connected to the ass you'll be kissing tommorow. These feelings are left from you. Like a
Everyone's right and no one is sorry That's the start and the end of the story From the sharks and the jets to the call in the morning Everyone's right
