We are the lonely birds Home Both tired of the homeland Both displaced, we have two, like the desert passengers , a thirsty sip of love , but alien, too , in this mirage, Filled If I Was Fate The world didnt miss us The walls of the Loganon were not stone
Now its not too late We can open and open Find the way to a Lonro Lounge to bring us love Laughter and happiness.
