Frank

These songs. Lyrics. Power. So this is a train I am missing The best weaver of rain is me I need that beast of burden The last station is death The old wise owl in my skull To not need that woman I have that disease I get to stop smoking next year To the louve The real Madrid In the rapid fire of tommy guns So are we for sure? I need that back dear, now The last way to paradise To get that thing going The dreary part of my niece Go out and shine the sun