December 2010
28 posts
I travel like sound across the fate ladder I travel with spoon to mix this cake batter And I travel with feel so I can deal with touch
Everything must go wrong before it goes right.
And everything will go right all in good time.
Que serĂ¡, serĂ¡
Anyone wanna throw rocks at moving freight trains with me?
Forever and ever, babe.
follow the dream doesn’t mean leave the love