This leathers called a seat belt Anne Louise Your head out of the window in the coolest summer breeze And in the air were all the things you claimed
So ill dig a hole in my room From Birmingham and back again for you In the end they say we?ll see the truth What a shocking beauty we can both abuse
I am a man that does not have a way. millions of oceans can show me, you say. we still run around like there's no better way, and i don't stay. so last
Shake it out, shake it out God, I need another round, another round I could have felt it now. I felt the Lord in my father's house. Well, I could see