Is your love really Love?
Is my love really Love?
I think
Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't
i was a middle son
between two wayward ones
i was more
We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact.
Radio transmission
I'm sure if you wanted to stop love,
You could just
They say that good boys walk straight on white lines,
Good
Focus on the horizon, men
Should you grow seasick
But don't expect
She's now my new sun.
She don't speak but somehow calls
It's not the cold making my legs shake,
It's Timmy's ghost
If I make it to heaven
I may be as bloody
