you had a microphone
in your pocket
and a mouthful of glass
there were still
days and days
ahead of us
brightly lit streets and
sugar headaches
you whispered to me:
no one will
stop us now.
you had a microphone
in your pocket
and a mouthful of glass
there were still
days and days
ahead of us
brightly lit streets and
sugar headaches
you whispered to me:
no one will
stop us now.