September 2009
The fading light is cold on the shoulders of the trees Oh the starwind blows right through me, and I never felt so free Oh there had to be a crossroad, a place to draw the line And it came down to the
Welcome to strangest party, baby It's like we're staring at the sun Everybody's got their invitations Hoping that you're gonna come, yeah These are the times! These are the crimes! What are we waitin