OPEN:
A woman sits at the end of the carriage,
Like a screwed up piece of paper,
As the announcement of the name of a town reminds me,
Of a song I wrote about it,
Back in a time when I was escaping the place I wanted to be
(K)
OPEN:
A woman sits at the end of the carriage,
Like a screwed up piece of paper,
As the announcement of the name of a town reminds me,
Of a song I wrote about it,
Back in a time when I was escaping the place I wanted to be
(K)