Horace Lyrics & Chords By Wata

Barnacles and rustic debris and an Indian of the south seas Through desert roads and mountain tops till finally the land stopped Oh, the wonders that we saw We were swayed back and...read more

Running in the city, swimming in the rain, I don't have to hurry and I don't feel the pain, but I have to swim, swim in the space, smoking the green, running just for...read more