“just to lay with you/ there's nothing that i wouldn't do/ save lay my rifle down”
just to lay with you/ there's nothing that i wouldn't do/ save lay my rifle down
and we are vagabonds, we travel without seatbelts on, we live this close to death
Alright, it's okay, guess it's better to turn this way
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend Or are you furrowed like a lioness 3
But the angles and the corners, even though my work is unparalelled, they never seemed to meet 6
*TUESDAY TUNESDAY* Cracking little tune from The Decemberists about the common recurring dream of creating buildings...