Letras:
Spoken How Long

so tight Holding me to the sky I know You are here I feel You on the air How long will the heavens cry out to You? How long will creation speak Your

me so tight Holding me to the sky I know You are here I feel You on the air How long will the heavens cry out to You? How long will creation speak Your

on them Dana-Danes, same color as that candy paint Tangerine, wit' metal plates... [E-40:] I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller

own frozen world. Spoke of revolution, fed us with his words. A sacred man, from the other side. He gave us something to believe in. How could we

count on me [Jennifer:] So remember this whenever I call We go back too far We've been through it all Even though we haven't spoke In so long Ain't nothing

the power Just forget the dumb stuff, I call your bluff cause I'm a big stick and you're a cream puff and you hate it, and get frustrated no tellin' just how long

. An American man named Joe living on a farm in the holy land of Rochester, New York. You mean the Mormon Prophet Joseph Smith? That's right. That young man spoke to God. He spoke

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His

Road Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk From your front porch to