remember all the drives through the cloudy mountain sides when the river starved to death whatever feelings you had in you left?
and when the enemy unwinds and the cells begin to divide what is this feeling in the rain? what if i never feel this air again
one for the bold two for the man
this is a song for the sold stick a finger to the cold
song for the sold stick a finger to the cold
A hundred eyes to hold
the very many smiles of old and when your mother died, you fell off of the silhouetted carousel
now the evergreen is bright and brings a silver to the night what is this feeling in the rain?
what if i never feel this air again?