| found God On the corner of First and Amistad Where the west Was all but won All alone Smoking his last cigarette I said “where you been” He said “ask anything”  Where were you When everything was falling apart All my days Were spent by the telephone It never rang And all I needed was a call It never came To the corner of First and Amistad.... in the end everyone ends up alone losing her the only one who has ever know who i am who ian i'am not who i want to be no way to know how lost you will be next to me... |
απλά, καλό απόγευμα...
