Letras:
Kashmir Travelogue

a gas all I have is what I need to give in songs I breathe and live the source will never leave gathering the best in everything.... in this travelogue

: Rose, don't pull your needles out of me close your yellow leaves around me don't drink all the water from the ground I've got inside my wicked soul

: I won't ever walk again, never talk again. I found a friend in a medicine magazine that I had seen. I keep my friend in a glass far away from the mass

: And if I tell you who I really am, I think that you might die, because you don't even know my real identity. You just know how I look and how I shook

: All the last so emotional signs that he'd shown us, came so sudden and (so) unpredictable. I had loved a friend without knowing the backpains of his

: She made art of me she made my day the spanish way people came to see the art of me the disagree between you and I- can never walk nor even talk

She made art of me she made my day the spanish way people came to see the art of me the disagree between you and I- can never walk nor even talk I'

I won't ever walk again, never talk again. I found a friend in a medicine magazine that I had seen. I keep my friend in a glass far away from the mass

You can take me to a movie. You can share a good occasion. You can talk about the groovy things you find in our relation. But one thing I know that