Letras:
Whigs The Mission Control

Standing at the door there?s a man to me shaking on my head as he starts to speak and he just might be afraid he might just be afraid I don?t wanna hear

Like a vibration my reputation is hanging around my neck it's hanging out in bars but my perception of my perception is my confederate corn it won't

All the fallen leaves will find their branches again Raindrops from the heavens I'll eventually swim A river, an ocean, a wave in my heart We got your