Dalszövegek
When The Light Turns Red The Letter From Above

's part up there for me It'll be like it used to be I'll be outside playing baseball like none of this happened at all This is my letter above to let

as it runs right through your hands Your Stone to pain you when you're old you'll understand I'll give you letters five to wear above your eyes The

in their breath the lamplight dances. Flickering, Flickering: "Halleluiah!" Flickering, Flickering: "But who turned out the lights?" And in a procession of this pitch-- Nearly perfectly plucked from