I remain hidden behind my hourglass. Oh God, Oh God, Does time move fast? Father time will you rescue me? My life is but a jukebox playing over the same
I remain hidden behind my hourglass. Oh God, Oh God, Does time move fast? Father time will you rescue me? My life is but a jukebox playing over the
born on the fourth of july about fifteen minutes before midnight my mother's bridesmaids dressed in black and her bouquet was drenced in gas some tradition from her past my father
