American prehistoric

Well, I'm fishing for sharks In a dangerous time With red steaks sewn to my chest And the comfort of lovers Soak up my fear And I know I must do my best But there's part of me that might suggest That...

Your principal love is a maniac flower The words you achieve might start to turn sour And way up the wall, a scarlet surprise Addresses and messes made by this reprise You make your guess, oh, and...

We climbed a high pass together Yeah, we climbed a high pass And you're a lotus flower In a great expanse I don't want to liberate You're as free as it comes No self-loving artist or distressed ones...