kings of leon
day old blues
Toss me a breath, when you hold me down hot like a razor on my face something's growing that don't help me now paging the doctor just in case Low and behold things are killing me silly expectations of a dream girls are gonna love the way i toss my hair boys are gonna hate the way i seem Day old, day old, day old day old, day old, day old, day old blues Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling feels like a fast or homeless sleep at least there's a record that i love to playe dreaming about a place i'll never see Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying baby with a man like a lung Smell her crying fighting back a fever mad as hell give up