Paisley

could I beg of myself the blame maybe a little more (... ...) maybe a little more stretch to my neck and I could see above it all days go so slow I'm finding time with no devotion we prance around unfavorably we're the cure for the bored and lonely if not for you there's no glory in a stargazing battles of the bored and lonely feel this night and ending, an entrance in sight I know how to feel two circuits