The Young Girls Lyrics & Chords By Tim Easton

Well, I ran through the river of pride and shame I didn't even know the game, ooh So frame a portrait of the way The path that twists around the gypsy waves Oh, it can slip...read more

Speak, and the words cascade. Down, in a drunken parade of clowns Where I lead their sad campaign The nouns are worthless, laughed at by verbs Eraze the names, the tense has...read more

Evening begins with a page to invite you in Play some pool or watch her smoking cigarette after cigarette And I sit from afar drinking water down here Familiar smells help...read more

So it was that everything That went to make up everything Was wrapped up tight inside a grain Of great insistence Then someone gave the great command All things paired off for the...read more

You're poised and ready, unable to make a sound Your hands are sweaty as you look down You're running already when you've hit the ground You're willing and able,...read more