chibacababe.
2010-12-08, 16:27:00 / Kategori: Music
I heard you play guitar, down at a seedy bar where skinheads used to fight. Your Tokugawa smile and your garbage style used to save the my night. You felt the coming wave, told me we’d all be brave. You said you wouldn’t flinch but in the years that passed, since I saw you last - You haven’t moved an inch