A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I've been sowing these wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
Ooooohh oh...
A depth perception languished in the night
All my life I've been sowing these wounds
But the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud
Ooooohh oh...
Me: I don't have any songs about farts?! That doesn't seem right.
Me: I don't have any songs about farts?! That doesn't seem right.