Going out each day to score
She was no whore but for me
Celebrating every day
The way she thought it should be.
And now I donХt know what to do
Now pink has turned to blue
She was always by my side
And never tried to leave
Standing up for me
And like a tree for what she believed
No more rope and too much dope
SheХs lying on the bed
Angels pacing
Gently placing roses Фround her head
1 | Diane |
2 | Sorry Somehow |
3 | In A Free Land |
4 | Terms Of Psychic Warfare |
5 | Standing in The Rain |
6 | Games |
7 | First Of The Last Calls |
8 | Flexible Flyer |
9 | Powerline |
10 | Folk Lore |