Thick fog grows in waves on the Golden Gate I was checking my watch seven minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the bar
Thick fog rolls in waves On the Golden Gate I was checking my watch With 7 minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the bar
Tradução: Cold War Kids. Puentes Puerta de Oro.
Thick fog rolls in waves On the Golden Gate I was checking my watch With 7 minutes in my shift When I spot a black skirt on the rail Straddling the
