Тексты песен Hawksley Workman

The brake lights Are really quite lovely Thousands of souls All stopping together On the highway tonight There's no reason to cry out your eyes On the highway tonight There's no reason to cry out your

shallow gating mass migrating my love there must be some other better way for this. and if I'm colder skin worn shoulder my love in time you'll break me down will you wait for this? cuz I've been accu

Ahhhhh, ahhh What will bring, what will sing what will be the only thing Who is he, who is she empty where the love should be Who of faith, who of waste who of no more mouths to taste One too old, one

I wish the telephone had not been invented Because I keep picking it up to say Stupid things to you The rain has stopped for now But I know it's not ended No sense in trying I cannot be protected No s