Still Ferdins photo to the wall Still wrapped in the tulip Still a ticket is still a ticket Says this Wednesday
In his pocket Tickets on his shoulders; his life I was lost thirty years ago The wounded. Dont know what the world is doesnt know when he came
The head of a mans national alley, a man in the old horn is looking at the pedestrian who skip the busy alleys
Still Ferdins Photo Shes
Her closed theaters her tired eyes Still thinking Wednesday is a wedding Umrah who westers her
The head of the national alley of a man, a man Thirty years ago, what color is The Man in the Old Coat is looking at the pedestrian who pass through the crowded streets
