love me?" I will try to understand The silence that whispers reason. I can never comprehend Your love. Like Autumn, Sorrows change And hush the sea to sleep
you love me?" I will try to understand The silence that whispers reason. I can never comprehend Your love. Like Autumn, Sorrows change And hush the sea to sleep
is the last time I will follow you This is the last time I will follow you at all
No" That's pretty shitty man You're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man He likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though I just don't like
proof of your transcience, the stars that saw the birth of our ancestors shall watch our descendants last steps on earth So, unnoticed we will pass away, like
pretty crummy, man. You're like his favorite idol. He wants to be just like you, man. He likes you more than I do. I ain't that mad, though. I just don't like
pretty shitty man - you're like his fucking idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like
For autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last
want you to Months go by still living in a daze Don't know what you've done With the last seven days Soul is numb and life is like a dream Helping
tonight, like embracing lovers Its gentle solace warms me with its light As giant trees shed their tears before my path, soft colours of cool Autumn nights
no That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad, but I just don't like
yard to burn but the ground remembers her Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn
for a frame A brilliant flying vehicle Of mushroom caps and string One gent proved astronautical And built the very thing And so the day arrived at last
pretty shitty man - you're like his fuckin idol He wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad though, I just don't like
said to Reba the loon Was it pale at Manzanita Or Blind Bob the raccoon? Pin it on a drifter They sleep beneath the bridge One plays the violin And sleeps
my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes
you to Months go by, still living in a daze Don't know what you've done With the last seven days Soul is numb and life is like a dream Helping hands
