Well she tossed all night like a raging sea. Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine. With her spanish candles and her persian poems. Stuck on the rocks inside opus 40 stoned. And scratching
Well I got us on a hiway, I got us in a car. I got us going faster than we've ever gone before. I got us on a hiway, I got us in a car. I got us going faster than we've ever gone before. . And I