The Bus To New York Lyrics & Chords By The Viola Crayola

We are the children of the midnight, marching high in an icy mercury sky We sing and our breath turns to frost, we watch and the frost melts We hear the crazy winds that weep, we...read more

Color blue from fire flames that burns within Above somewhere, where no one knows and no one yet has been There waits, but for what it waits, a vision strange and clear An...read more

Living life at ease He tries to keep it straight Filling all the cracks Unlocking all the gates Heart - Style - Grace He gives a little back Makes it very nice Never runs...read more

I am – you are – we are – crazy! Hey Pete you gotta meet the Pot Head Pixies I am – you are – we are – crazy! So meet, you'll never beat the Pot Head Pixies I am...read more

From the ragged fence to the cosmic bends we have paved our way with eagerness and forced the world to make some sense In this endless space, looking for Gods given grace ...read more