the hills turn brown like skin when so much sun comes pouring in on them and i'm unwound again i can't begin to know how to begin again
i'm young and wild and scared of things that aren't and were not ever there i do believe you care but stars are hung by means of which we're not aware
if you are blue sky then i am hazy if you say yes then i'll say maybe if you're not here well then i am nowhere at all
the loaded gun comes first a quick humane disposal of the other words in sounds so soft they hurt you're teaching me that sometimes crying doesn't work
if you are blue sky then i am hazy if you say yes then i'll say maybe if you're not here well then i am nowhere at all
if you are blue sky then i am hazy if you say yes then i'll say maybe if you're not here well then i am nowhere at all