We have so much common when you are not so gorgeous. Put off your furs, Show me your real feathers... your native.
Where's so much blood in it.
I count perfect lambs... running on my walls... blooming in room... Lamps illuminate. Put off your furs, Show me your real feathers... your native. We have so much common when you are not so gorgeous.
Where's so much blood in it.
You're sitting on the corner. So you're kidding, drinking beer, watching game on TV. I'm lying in a bathroom, missing your hugs, your hugs. Our eyes are empty. Our minds are guilty. Our live is preety differ from