arms unbound This is why, this is why we fight, come hell, come hell This is why, why we fight, why we lie awake This is why, this is why we fight When
Baby wants a new spin, baby wants a broken heart Hear you found the lynch-pin to keep it all from falling apart But you keep on rolling, you keep on rolling
of the chewable Ambien tab And the Panamanian child Stands at the dowager empress' side And all that remain is the arms of the angels And all that remain is
See this ancient riverbed, see where all my folly's led Down by the water and down by the old main drag I was just some tow-head teen, feeling 'round
Dear Avery, I think of you only Were you waving, were you dead on the vine? Oh Avery, to think of you lonely I could just grab you by the nape of your
the season And watch it as it arcs towards the sun And you must bear your neighbor's burden within reason And your labors will be born when all is done
On a winter's Sunday I go To clear away the snow and green the ground below April, all an ocean away, is this the better way to spend the day? Keeping
Here's a hymn to welcome in the day Heralding a summer's early sway And all the bulbs all coming in to begin The thrushes bleating battle with the wrens
Big mountain, wide river There's an ancient pull These tree trunks, these stream beds Leave our bellies full They sing out I am going to stand my ground
Get the rox in the box, get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones We all do what we can, we endure our fellow
Baby wants a new spin Baby wants a broken heart Hear you found a lynchpin to keep it all from falling apart But you keep on rollin' You keep on rollin
the year of the (?) And the Panamanian child Stands at the Dowager Empress's side And all that remains is the arms of the angel And all that remains is
Dear Avery, I think of you only Were you waving, were you dead on the vine Oh Avery, I think of you lonely But I could just grab you by the nape of your
season, and watch it as it arcs towards the sun, and you must bear your neighbors burden within reason, and your labors will be borne when all is done
Hear the hymn to welcome in the day Heralding a summer's early sway And all the bulbs all coming in, to begin Thrushs' bleeding battle with the wrens
On a winter Sunday I go To clear away the snow And green the ground below April all an ocean away Is this the better way to spend the day? Keeping the
Big mountain, wide river, there's an ancient call, these tree trunks these stream beds, leave our bellies full they sing out, I am gonna stand my ground
If the rocks in the box Get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brother and bones We all do what we can We endure our