Re: been there, done that
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
A walking sleep
And my youth
I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings
Like you
Anymore
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come