Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Filligar
• Titre: World Wide West
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Caught up in fiction we spin down the sidewalks and cast our lines out in the puddles at our feet. He said his granddad was a Naval commander. I don't believe him. We cleared the table for stories of the apartment. It was a building that was built up in steps. And I remember out of the dark one passing remark That above all else he was smart. And he did good. They rest blessing the things we forget, but in the World Wide West we'll be caught in the knit of our own net. Caught diving for pearls in the modern world. Reading the glass, do you know me? Talk to me last, if I come clean. Every name searched has a history, but mystery is gone. Monitor rangers, well who doesn't want more? Improving on a fading folklore we can store in the hollows of our desk drawer. They rest blessing the things we forget, but in the World Wide West we'll be caught in the knit of our own net. Caught diving for pearls in the modern world. Monitor rangers ramble in the night, Spending life carving out headstones. If the fibers in my fingers ever turn white, I'd rather rest in a place unknown. And the homesick row 'til their hands are bones, or the riverbeds turn down dry. And then they sleep when they die, and wherever they lie, they are side by side. Monitor rangers ramble in the night, spending life carving out headstones. If the fibers in my fingers ever turn white, I'd rather rest in a place unknown. I see it. I see it. I see it. The sea, I can see it. I don't believe him at all.