1br/1ba hrdwd flrs w/vw of trees. 1br/1ba prkg space 4 xtra fee. my little flock of boxes and I surrounded by a painted-white unknown. soon as this wall
rainfall Oh, me and my baby stand in line You've never seen a sight so fine As the love that's gonna shine at city hall Me and my baby Have been through
Blue blue caravan Winding down to the valley of lights My true love is a man Who would hold me for ten thousand nights In the wild wild wailing of wind
City fast asleep. Clouds up on the hill. So quiet, so still. Dreams of rain in sheets, Dreams of ice and wings. So delicate, these things. Love
it's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight of this familiar place. it's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that
Recessional Wait Don?t let the sun go slack Don?t go alone into the cold Wait Don?t give up on us yet I know that there?s more you haven?t told Wait
you now.) Darling, Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me, and all you left behind. Listen: Ever-so-faint slow tambourine is marching back through
I don't feel so well I thought that you should know I thought that you should know That I don't feel so well I thought that you should know before you
She's holding a secret that she'll never tell She's holding a secret that she'll never tell Cause the myth is not supposed to retire We'd rather it lit
he's a company man, your right hand, 13 years and counting. no detectable ambition, a model of efficiency, far as you can see. he knows every loophole
sleeps on my shoulder, Hair falling forward, mouth all askew. Fluorescent announcements beat their wings overhead: "Passengers missing, we're looking for you." And she dreams through the noise
the rainfall. oh me and my baby stand in line, you never seen a sight so fine as the love that's gonna shine at city hall. me and my baby been through
blue blue caravan, winding down to the valley of lights. my true love is a man who would hold me for ten thousand nights. in the wild wild wailing of
she's holding a secret that she'll never tell, because the myth is not supposed to retire. we'd rather it lit itself on fire, or overdosed in a 4-star
I believe you now.) darling, Lake Pontchartrain will cradle me, and all you left behind. listen: ever-so-faint slow tambourine is marching back through
I don't feel so well. I thought that you should know before you fall. I don't call them back. I thought that you should know before you fall. I saw it