The Diplomat Lyrics & Chords By Rob Dickinson

He slowly raised the trembling hand Gently brushed the silver strand of hair from his wrinkled brow Lips that used to talk so free the eyes that used to beckon me were silent now He...read more

We never ever change. We make the same mistakes. If yours gonna have roads. You're gonna have roadkill. That's the risk that it takes. Stone guns. Primitive tanks. ...read more