January 2009
There's a cold war coming, On the readio I heard Baby it's a violent world Oh love don't let me goWon't you take me where the streetlights glow I could hear it coming I could hear the sirens sound No
"How tides control the sea, and what becomes of me How little things can slip out of your hands How often people change, not to remain the same Why things don't always turn out as you plan These are