Roger Waters - The Last Refugee
And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my childShe was taking a last look at the seaWading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swellsWhile bathing belles, soft beneathHard bitten shells punch their iPhoneErasing the numbers of radon done loversAnd search the horizon
posted by Ricky at 18:39
linkar para este post
