inthesehands

Look over yonder, Apollo at a distanceYou can hear his music if you listen to the wind (blow)I want to be there - I want to be right thereBear witness, I＇m wailing like the windCome bear witness, the half-breed rides againIn these hands, I＇ve held the b . . . 阅读详情

Part nonsense Part lung test Sickness loved In these hands Sought numbers For answers In hundreds I said prayers Missed some trains Lost some friends Some forgave In the end I don't want to tell you you're the reason why But you're just a couple minutes s . . . 阅读详情