Written by stevie nicks. To be the last to leave The last to be gone...
Come and give me that wildfire The uncivilized sound that I love The primitive ragga...
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny Ray South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe...
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being...
How many hearts can Have everything Never ever found the one and all The fire...
oh dark night, in silence broken ban, shackles of fear,...
I feel breathe, live alone with my love, I gave...
come on, tell me who you really are Stop with...
I travelled across the edges of my soul, add it...
a glance back, a glance into the now tears sweeten...
deeply hidden in the deepest wood black is the night...
look into the wide, wild liberty look well, it's reality...
walls collapse onto me, I ride the storm of rage...