[COLOR=darkred].. like acid and oil on a madman's face
his reason tends to fly away
like lesser birds on the four winds
like silver scrapes in May...
And now the sand's become a crust
and most of you have gone away... [/COLOR]
[COLOR=darkred].. like acid and oil on a madman's face
his reason tends to fly away
like lesser birds on the four winds
like silver scrapes in May...
And now the sand's become a crust
and most of you have gone away... [/COLOR]