Eight Short Minutes Lyrics & Chords By Kristina Olsen

I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliot I grow old, I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled, says Elliot Days keep growing short, nights too ...read more

moment of silence please for those who never get the chance they show up to the party but they're never asked to dance the losers the liars the bastards the thieves the...read more

I bit my tongue in the arc of conversation I met you once and I've fallen for your notion Do you believe that there's treasures in the ocean? I don't know why, I...read more

It's of a sailor of whom I write, Unto the seas he took great delight, Two maidens fair he did beguile, And those two maidens he had with child, Oh, one of them, for public...read more

We're always outrunning the flood It leaves us knee-deep in the mud we once rubbed On our faces while waltzing around with dirt masks Now the forest asks us if we've...read more