thoughts, I take my time. Pounding all these spikes in my veins We are the ones reaching out in vain. Trying to solve our problems. They won't go away, go away now. You're the one that makes me feel like
thoughts, I take my time. Pounding all these spikes in my veins We are the ones reaching out in vain. Trying to solve our problems. They won't go away, go away now. You're the one that makes me feel like
There were two men down. And the score was tied. In the bottom of the eighth. When the pitcher died And they laid his spikes. On the pitcher's mound. And his uniform was torn. And his number
