Preacher Gone To Texas - Barry, You're Dead Тексты

my helping hand is extended to you please let me help you through
singular time satisfaction of saturated thoughts and ideas
gifted in insight into the past, a lock of sight our backdrop bare
you hope that one day it will be as good as what you remember
what you remember
you hope that one day it will be as good as what you remember
it couldn't have been as once was seen