Died in the night walking on streets with no mind on Many souls like mine for sale on roads It’s my doom on this church of elvis lp’s Almost a satire but still a good amy’s track
My heart is a spanish sahara
Island of love my bare feet has torn apart But I still keep my head lying on your shoulder forever My broken heart made me this machine An open door of confessions and dry tears
My heart is a spanish sahara
Died in the night walking on streets with no mind on Many souls like mine for sale on roads
