Cloud Control
Buffalo Country
This is my old shirta lifetime of your hard workIt's in the crown, the magic dusteverything you love is going to rustDon't turn around, eyes forwardHigh, lowI walk you down our streetIt's too far gonewe're late again7:10 and it's on my friendyou and I embrace the sametangled (hoops?)but there's still is one to blameDon't turn around, eyes forwardHigh, lowCarry you down our streetThere's no such thing as a morning walkit's your excuse to just come and talkwe're growing old as you're growing deadat least we spent these years and tears trying and I'm not leaving you behindHigh, lowBury you under down our streetHigh, lowBury you under down our street
From Letras Mania