Far Caspian
Cyril
John, I'm lost
Falling down
Levels tossed
Efforts drowned
My mother, chasing me around
Thea Belle knows not how
We feel so down
All I could say, so far from
Pull out my brains, let it be done
Grandad is here, keeping me warm
You've all I want — Morning
All I think falls off
We feel so down
From Letras Mania