If elephants are reaching for our purses, then meet me after the world with the shivers.
"What's the day?" "What you doing?"
"How's your food?" "How's that song?"
Man it passes right by me, it's behind me, now it's gone
And I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire
That sacred night where we watched the fireworks.
onsdag 27 januari 2010
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