Me and my baby
We drank some magic tea
We're crusing down the rural roads
Aesthetics of poverty
I'm going down for the last time
I shifted to my level
Can you receive what you give me
Somebody should set you free
In the morning
When you wash your hair
I love those simple things that
Make me know your there
Come every sunday evening
It's leftovers from the weekenders
Lost limbs to identify
Frustration for the grieving
1 | Galileo |
2 | Watershed |
3 | Shame On You |
4 | Love Will Come To You |
5 | Closer To Fine |
6 | Touch Me Fall |
7 | Secure Yourself |
8 | Don't Think Twice |
9 | Blood And Fire |
10 | Come On Home |