is no map. They're terribly moody. Of human behaviour. Then all of a sudden turn happy. But, oh, to get involved in theexchange. Of human emotions is ever so satisfying. And a compass. Wouldn't help
is no map. They're terribly moody. Of human behaviour. Then all of a sudden turn happy. But, oh, to get involved in theexchange. Of human emotions is ever so satisfying. And a compass. Wouldn't help
brittle earth. It keeps the bleeding at bay This syrup sweet. And thick to exchange me. My spirit has rearranged. Crippled, dampened, lame As it goes. The syrup fills my eyes. The days faces fade to
Quietly thinking to myself. Sharing half our mind instead of none. The shaking's just begun, the pleasantries are gone. This sad exchange pleased neither one of us So we finally gave up. The
is no map. They're terribly moody. Of human behaviour. Then all of a sudden turn happy. But, oh, to get involved in theexchange. Of human emotions is ever so satisfying. And a compass. Wouldn't help
is no map. They're terribly moody. Of human behaviour. Then all of a sudden turn happy. But, oh, to get involved in theexchange. Of human emotions is ever so satisfying. And a compass. Wouldn't help
upon corner, selling two at the time. You really wanna shock it. That's when you make theexchange in you pocket. Lord, that's the way it goes. That's the way it is. That's the way it happens