At Dawn Lyrics & Chords By Ivan Shopov

Random little things keep taunting me The rose left on my pillow after you leave Favorites turn to monsters as the seasons turn around And I had no idea I could feel so upside...read more

at dawn they ride again, they'll haul you out to the streets. They'll burn your papers and your empty trash cans, beat this thought into your head, singin over and over again: ...read more

Madame, take leave, retire straight away, for monsieur has begged a word with fate, where I'll take aim, and he'll fire late, and I will oblige this fervent wish of his to...read more