the swallow always returns.

Spent the night in three drinks time
Where the bars were full it was summertime
Punks were hangin out in the park
While someone practised electric guitar
We drank some homemade wine
Now my heads not straight

Más le vale al señor cielo que no le de por llover mañana porque se puede formar un cataclismo!
Sabado pobre con ForceBlonde.

No money, no plans. BORING