Woorden:
Kashmir Travelogue

a gas all I have is what I need to give in songs I breathe and live the source will never leave gathering the best in everything.... in this travelogue

: Rose, don't pull your needles out of me close your yellow leaves around me don't drink all the water from the ground I've got inside my wicked soul

: I won't ever walk again, never talk again. I found a friend in a medicine magazine that I had seen. I keep my friend in a glass far away from the mass

: And if I tell you who I really am, I think that you might die, because you don't even know my real identity. You just know how I look and how I shook

: All the last so emotional signs that he'd shown us, came so sudden and (so) unpredictable. I had loved a friend without knowing the backpains of his

: She made art of me she made my day the spanish way people came to see the art of me the disagree between you and I- can never walk nor even talk

All the last so emotional signs that he'd shown us, came so sudden and (so) unpredictable. I had loved a friend without knowing the backpains of his

And if I tell you who I really am, I think that you might die, because you don't even know my real identity. You just know how I look and how I shook

Rose, don't pull your needles out of me close your yellow leaves around me don't drink all the water from the ground I've got inside my wicked soul don