Letras:
Carlton Vanessa Rabbits On The Run

Waste away the days Waiting on a new age But time betrays me And I get older one more year Walk London's windy streets Go anywhere but home 'Cause I'

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and The wicked in me is surly the wicked in you We pray to a ghost that we never met Time turns for a cure, for the

: As usual, I'm in a tricky predicament Weather in my thoughts, on the roof sneaking a cigarette Dear California, it's been nice to know ya Tell me

I don?t need a house on a hill A swing on a tree Grandfather Clock Porcelain for tea A garden With rose and Jasmine Wanna get drunk on a bottle of wine

: God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and The wicked in me is surly the wicked in you We pray to a ghost that we never met Time turns for a cure, for

I'm fighting the jetstream Drinking cheap wine on airplanes You're in L.A. not Chicago Key under mat I walk the dog, order in Home alone Found your letter on

And I don?t need a house on a hill A swing on a tree Grandfather Clock Porcelain for tea A garden With rose and Jasmine Wanna get drunk on a bottle of

God rest his head Sunday afternoon, and The wicked in me is surly the wicked in you We pray to a ghost that we never met Time turns for a cure, for the