Light Skits
Admiral Hip=Hop
The commas in our fingertips beliethe foggy other-thans that flyLike seagulls round the weddings in my mindwith rice enough for everyone, but not the strength to dieAnd if every soul you meet tells the truth,why even ask them?why don't you ask them?And if every drunken prophet speaks the truth,why even listen?why won't you listen?In the love you find, you're nervous all the time.
From Letras Mania