the pillows- dead stock paradise

from penalty life

Sick for motorbike
I was daydreaming alone
Sick for motorbike
I don’t know what to begin with
Sick for motorbike
The air of my room is foul
Sick for motorbike
I will do anything for drive

Let’s go beyond my depth
You, too, are against me
Tell me frankly what your
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp ideas on paradise

Walk with long strides
I was daydreaming alone
Walk with long strides
But my soul was dry and stiff

Let’s go beyond my depth
You, too, are against me
Tell me frankly what your
&nbsp &nbsp &nbsp ideas on my paradise

oh Look, something just flashed.
Last modified: April 7, 2010