By Weepies, All good things, all good things
All good things, all good
By Weepies, All this beauty;
You might have to close your eyes
And slowly
By Weepies, Left behind everything I knew
All the colors but bone-white and
By Weepies, Yesterday when you were young
Everything you needed done was done
By Weepies, Take the sky for example, a canvas of a billion
By Weepies, You never change your mind once it's made up
Unless it's
By Weepies, Red dirt road in Tennessee
Red dirt mud, slow wet feet
Red
By Weepies, Trying not to hope too hard for what I want
Trying
By Weepies, Sometimes it's hard to say
Even one thing true
When all eyes
By Weepies, It's hard to say what you mean to me
Everyone is
By Weepies, Old Coyote waits out there
With his gray-brown hair and his
By Weepies, You named me judge the day that I was born
You
By Weepies, I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know
By Weepies, Do you disapprove? Alright, you made your point
You don't have