The telegraph gave us hope Before was the silence and the panic it brought The sky was the blankest sheet We drew lines upon it So our thoughts could
He won't touch you anymore, Staying at his side. Half indifferent, half afraid, It will only make you cry. What is given can't be returned. The cards
"Why, why so quiet? Oh my mysterious country singer?" she asked. My life, it's a riot I'm climbing barricades In empty streets at night. When