together fall apart. And in Battersea power station, the fisher king. Ponders on his ruin, among many other things. He folds his broken hands, . Surveys his barren lands, . And prays for hope to whisper
I really can't stay. But baby it's cold outside. I got to go away. But baby it's cold outside. This evening has been. Been hoping that you'd drop in. So very nice. I'll hold your hands, they're just l
When I saw you standing there. I bout fell out my chair. And when you moved your mouth to speak. I felt the blood go to my feet. Now it took time for me to know. what you tried so not to show. Now som