Our unsleepable friend
Gets the message on an ill wind
All your
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your
Here is london, giddy of london
Is it home of the
He knows, he knows
Or I think he does
'Cause when I
There are some bad people on the rise
There are some
When your gift unfurls
When your talent becomes apparent
I will roar
Sleep on and dream of love
Because it?s the closest you
Ouija Board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to
Off the rails I was and off the rails
I was
Such a little thing
Such a little thing
But the difference it
Why do you come here?
And why, why do you hang
Dear hero, imprisoned
With all the new crimes
That you are perfecting
Oh,
I'm writing this to say
In a gentle way
Thank you, but
Yes, I am blind , no I can't see
The good