At The Bottomtrust one is trust all and you hate to fall, so you don't trust at all.
Triple BIn the middle of these nights which are the evenings of my days I seem to recollect a fervent notion that once screamed inside
When I Sitwhen I sit in the sun wasting the day all the day everyday
two.it's you, it's you, it's always you too pretty, too upset. two fingers pointing to the temple, to be or not just yet.
