The sinners are much more fun
You know that only the good die young
The sinners are much more fun
You know that only the good die young
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one, and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one, and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
(I was expecting something closer to TALES OF A FOURTH GRADE NOTHING. It wasn't until years later that I realized I would never get my period.)
(I was expecting something closer to TALES OF A FOURTH GRADE NOTHING. It wasn't until years later that I realized I would never get my period.)