Come on my name
Call
The door of my ear
T, T, empty
Come on my name
Call
The door of my ear
T, T, empty
Come on my name
Call the door of my ear
Just go
I am intelligent
Nora is all blind
The light of the candle
Friday night
Saturday course
I dont want
Know at all
I cant
So one
Give her juice
From your body flame
Grammy
I say every time
I am
Thats what
Nannons rest
And to be together
Loneliness in the nights
That is the star
Just the sound of the top of our heads
Guitary sound
Is quietly.
It rains
To glass
Were going to go up.
To the forefront of the moon
We went up
Now we
Were not on the ground
Wett your lips
Michake on the ground
Whiskey
Three -lane
My body, yes
Why so much
Cut up
Say see
War?
