this the New Year or just another desperation? Yeah, does justice never find you? Do the wicked never lose? Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues
The static comes in slow You can feel it grow Our stream of conscience flows Under the streets below The rivers made of sound Still running underground
this the New Year or just another desperation? Just as I could find you, do the wicked never lose? Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues
Traducere: Switchfoot. Sound (Blues John M. Perkins ').
Traducere: Switchfoot. Blues.
: The static comes in slow You can feel it grow Our stream of conscience flows Under the streets below The rivers made of sound Still running underground
Is this the New Year or just another desperation? Just as I could find you, do the wicked never lose? Is there any honest song to sing besides these blues
Traducere: Switchfoot. Luni Blues Ii.
