The Brook Lee Catastrophe все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Buried, Like a Dream
What if it weren't too late
For running 'cross the Golden Gate
Planning through Castro streets
Of falling upon my knees
What if these crowded sheets
Buried the past up neat
Washing away when clean
- Saved
Somebody save me from myself
My whole world is going south
I've been living hand to mouth
Gonna have to do without
Somebody save me from myself
Somebody save me from my friends
We drink all night and day then