9 acessos
I don't want to look outside again
I don't want to see where I still live
I don't want to walk my street again
I don't want to remember it
Diamonds are made in the time it takes
For me to explain again
Holding down absolute last
I don't want to see city lights again
The way they shine words in my mind
I don't want to see the night sky again
stars locked away in l.a.til they die
cars are free free to fly
fly through trees the trees and i
nightingales far apart
take the wheel a brand new start
songs begin to fill the air
fill the air when you're not there
come and hear the town drunk wail
he's singinghold on hold on…to me