Hott Space Lyrics & Chords By Atlas Strategic

All dried up inside, Writing postcards to a ghost. All dried up inside, Writing postcards to a ghost. Did you write too far? Baby's ready to leave the farm. All dried up...read more

come on, where have you gone i think you know just where i am i think you know what i'm doing that late afternoon i caught you behind the school your mind in the mid-day sun ...read more

Sailing away into you crazy and cruel eyes i don't want to shine on (and on and on) and all without you ...read more

"My friends, get on: we'll meet in Oregon. They're waiting back home. We'll get ours before long." S'pose we'll be fine. Pelham Glassford: we're men like he has, we're all in this...read more

right, here water killed the video fear strange, wars burning though these basement doors bright, heights they disappear for us on sight we wait to see what just might...read more