…that all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, like emptiness and harmony, i need someone to comfort me…homeward bound, i wish i was homeward bound.
…that all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, like emptiness and harmony, i need someone to comfort me…homeward bound, i wish i was homeward bound.
Sunday tea-time song….. eeeeeeeeeeeeee