Тексты песен Simon Robinson

Free from the lies of a scary after life. I make my way to the golden gate. Of club number nine In this wonderful night life. All my friends heading my way. They've got drinks and mates, Though I don'

I sometimes feel like, I'm stuck in obsession. Sat on the counter in, A kitchen that contains me. Listening to the radio, That passive sound removes me. Allowing my thoughts to move, To blossom into h