Whitney Lyrics & Chords By Lawnmowher

I just love getting older Brush the dirt of my shoulders tonight No sweat, no regrets Feels like the first time we met, met As the world's getting colder brush the dirt of...read more

We that drift across the mind, with the grace of nightmare sickness. Live past three thoughts to the judgement. Sweet lady. I could have hurt. Deliver me, far, far, far away, from...read more