Woorden:
Ghost Of A Thousand Fed To The Ocean

worthless drunk's son, these are the cards of a vulture culture, this is the sound of the right place wrong time, this is the mark of a victimless crime

everyday Oceans spanning beyond my sight And a million stars way above em at night We don't have to be high to look in the sky And know that's a miracle

miracles everyday Oceans spanning beyond my sight And a million stars way above em at night We don't have to be high to look in the sky And know that's a