license, registration. phil ain't got none. i can't stop thinking what these fields and shores looked like before we all had to drive. highways mark
Timeless sheets of gold Underneath the sand, here lies a friend Funeral in my heart Buried in myself you'll live again I can't tell you what you want
Timeless sheets of gold Underneath the sand here lies a friend Funeral in my heart Buried in myself you'll live again I can't tell you want to hear
I'm never getting out of bed I pull the sheets over my head In hopes that sleeping will stop the beating in my chest You're gone when I wake up Lethargic
Traducció: El Letterman. 'Rage topadora.
Traducció: Casa Rural. Dozer.
