And even if it's who you really are, you really are,. You wanna feel wanted. And even if it's true you really are, who you really are,. Then I'll look above you. . I'm out of advice, umbrellas wa
(ian hunter). . Where do you go when you've somewhere to run. But the time isn't right and there's things to be done. And you're trapped half-way up, you don't want to go back. So you keep going
Apparently before Jed had left us. He wrotes some poems. Wrote them for no-one. I guess I'll show them. Here's one of Jed's poems You said I'd wake up dead drunk. Alone in the park. I called you
'There's only one way out, go bathe yourself in Fire'. . And I was lying in the grass, . By a river. . And as I laid, the grass turned to sand. And the river turned to a sea. . And suddenly, t
'There's only one way out, go bathe yourself in Fire'. . And I was lying in the grass, . By a river. . And as I laid, the grass turned to sand. And the river turned to a sea. . And suddenly, t