August 2009
I answer with a restless ok but I'm about to blow when you're gone I keep this to myself; a restless ok but I fear the dawn I've never been afraid to hide up in the dark It's the first morning stream
I answer with a restless ok but I'm about to blow when you're gone I keep this to myself; a restless ok but I fear the dawn I've never been afraid to hide up in the dark It's the first morning stream