in the sand The lines inside my hand Say go, go, go Beware of a place A smile of a pride shiny face I'll never return up to your love Tarot woman I
I don't snap on like you want me to because it still hurts my eyes when they turn red I sit down, rode all the way next to my heart it beats to the
: The Tramps of Taro Sound Sit and watch the wind Running ships aground. They give no warning cries, But they charge no fare So, I guess it?s alright