road leads back to you. 29 Palms, I feel the heat of your desert heart. Taking me back down the road leads back to you I'm burning in love, a strange infatuation. Why cold, cold touch?. What must I
Waiting at the station. Tears filling up my eyes. Sometimes the pain you hide. Burns like a fire inside Look out my window. Sometimes it's hard to see. The things you want in life. Come and go
