Quiet Child
Gentle Minds
Take just what you needThere's one moreYoung mouth to feedPrayer making a mockeryBushes and ragweedLonely people collideWatching lives go byAnd gentle midsJust lose their sightGoodbye, my heart, goodbyeSo he turned them into stoneBleeding over the microphoneWar made him a millionairePeace makes him the main eventBlame came in from both sidesNo one loves a suicideBaby just lost the top spotStill, at least he had a shot
From Letras Mania