Alligator Indian
A Clean Clown
If I were to fall asleep, would you come and follow meTo the place where thoughts recede, dreams to me are memoriesAnd I can't tell reality from fiction are the books I readIf you were to talk to me, it's likely I'm not listeningBut don't take it too personally, I'm just busy being me(Wolf howl)I love you, Margret Farquar(Wolf howl)Mother killed the butler, speak and you flounder(Wolf howl)Clap your hands if you are a friend of bats
From Letras Mania