...difficult Bill
I will look in this wasteland of the living dead
Only to find soullessness
Where only I am here
Listening for your breath
Inside a burnt out empty tree
My hopes will rise I think
As then wild roses bloom
And she drifts by
You Bill Hole
The perfect groom!?
I will look in this wasteland of the living dead
Only to find soullessness
Where only I am here
Listening for your breath
Inside a burnt out empty tree
My hopes will rise I think
As then wild roses bloom
And she drifts by
You Bill Hole
The perfect groom!?