Talkin? About Me by ed englerth Talk about someone who?s fallen Someone?s lost their wings It?s said they lost their place Careful ?bout the injury they
Long n? lonely The sounds of scraping Plays like laughter With a hollow ring he cannot hold a thought for long Wrings the bottom of his ragged coat Blood
Long n? lonely The sounds of scraping Plays like laughter With a hollow ring he cannot hold a thought for long Wrings the bottom of his ragged coat
