all the vicious in the wind come and burn like salt all the fire in the inn grows even in the fall hell’s on your wings and it’s all in love all the finer things i do now
Father why father may i go home she’s already gone twice and still i can’t let go with one arm woman
with a face like these i might need you around you look enough like me to keep alive but now now nobody would know nobody would know nobody would know nobody would know
all the vicious in the wind come and burn like salt all the fire in the inn grows even in the fall hell’s on your wings and it’s all in love all the finer things i do now
Father why father may i go home she’s already gone twice and still i can’t let go with one arm woman
with a face like these i might need you around you look enough like me to keep alive but now now nobody would know nobody would know nobody would know nobody would know
