on about the money
on about the money
six wetwick candles in withering bloom
perfect and torn
dream of the stair
i light up the place when i walk in the room
but middle of nowhere, i'm nothing nearby
six wetwick candles in withering bloom
perfect and torn
dream of the stair
i light up the place when i walk in the room
but middle of nowhere, i'm nothing nearby
in disposals you know their names
in disposals you know their names