Album by Holly Brook
Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Holly Brook, Unlocking metaphors Caches that were safe before Lost their secrets to the
By Holly Brook, Sittin' here I'm dwellin' on the things that I keep
By Holly Brook, Cellar door, what's the use Cellar door, are you open to
By Holly Brook, Someone tell me what to do I feel like I must
By Holly Brook, Though I'm young and cynical It's not my only crime I've been
By Holly Brook, Now I've come to cry Shed your skin to rest my
By Holly Brook, You wanna catch your breath, you wanna get out But as
By Holly Brook, Saturday what a day, what a silly little day Time to
By Holly Brook, You drank a bit down, spilled the rest of it
By Holly Brook, Painted eyes and empty streets are taking it down Selling perfect
By Holly Brook, Feeling like I can't forgive but I want to It's like