The clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reason tends to fly away...
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reason tends to fly away...
Vastaukset 1
Vanhimmat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xXEtO3bEe0