[frukwan/gatekeeper] This is the story of three little pigs And the projected damage that they...
We never talked about it 'cause you never even cared And what you really wanted...
Just like the driftwood of a dream Left of the seashore of sleep Just like...
oh come pity me, a poor mad sailor Stranded on this love Here i lie...
Everything is open Nothing is set in stone Rivers turn to oceans Oceans tide you...
the night has fallen down the staircase and i, for...
i saw something i was not supposed to see a...
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,...
a little bit closer, i know you're not bashful there,...
And now, we proudly present songs perverse and songs of...
now and again you’ll remember the sound of the sails...
your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost...
Your gentleman caller, well, he's been calling on another he...
Harold walks down any street of this town both crier...
let’s pretend were not needy let’s pretend our hearts still...