locusts Sing and sing in my head And thing is, they often seem In my memory's long dream To be superfluous To the true story of what was 'Cuz Real
'm afraid I've said too much, I'm afraid of who has heard me My father, he told me the story and it was true for his time But now the story's different
Words and music by Ani DiFranco The light blue flickering rhythm Of the neighbor's big console T.V. Is basking on the ceiling Of another insomniac spree
'm afraid I've said too much I'm afraid of who has heard me My father, he told me the story And it was true For his time But now the story's different
Превод: Difranco, Ани. Историята.
Превод: Difranco, Ани. Истинската история на това, което.
I'm afraid I've said too much I'm afraid of who has heard me My father, he told me the story And it was true For his time But now the story's different
