Singing The Ending Lyrics & Chords By Wymond Miles

My cold wind, my cold wind My cold wind, blows its way My cold wind, my cold wind My cold wind, a touch of dismay My cold wind, my cold wind My cold wind, once he said My...read more

Pink press threat! Man with chip: I'm riding third class on a one-class train. I'm cranked at nought like a wimpey crane. I'm a pink prole threat. Gent in safe-house: get...read more

I am like Jack, I am from southern land I'm holding your happiness in my hand the sun behind me is a sexual red and all your bounty-hunting ghosts are dead I am like Jack and...read more

Insanity and hope's diversion We walked a long-long way without precaution Once being judged we never lost the power In one we all believe and trust, oh, my brother Insanity...read more

The place It's eating me It chews me playfully It's her again I wave theatrically I should have taken leave We are ghosts Singing a melody We are ghosts A...read more