I come and go
i follow the seasons
no money in my pockets
grease in my hair
they come and go
they follow the bodys
no blood in their brains
grease in their hands
Listening to: John's mix
I come and go
i follow the seasons
no money in my pockets
grease in my hair
they come and go
they follow the bodys
no blood in their brains
grease in their hands
you ought to greet these bloodless brains not with a shake of the hand, but with touching heads and hair.
thank you for this wonderful piece. this one counts.