Scribble
Underworld
I got to preach your own
Whispers
Bad boy
Elevator
I can date her
New york girl
Cork screw hair
Bang
Now
I wanna be, wanna be
Stars
Through these times
Whispers
Bad boy
Elevator
I can date her
New york girl
Cork screw hair
Bang
Now
I wanna be, wanna be
Stars
Through these times
No sun—no moon!
No morn—no noon—
No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!—
November!
Thomas Hood
No morn—no noon—
No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day.
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!—
November!
Thomas Hood