And in years
When the torch light thins
And the clock tower’s gone
And the big light dims
We’ll no longer be boys
We’ll have lines on our skin [x]
John wrapped in just a sheet. Oh, what a dream.
And in years
When the torch light thins
And the clock tower’s gone
And the big light dims
We’ll no longer be boys
We’ll have lines on our skin [x]
John wrapped in just a sheet. Oh, what a dream.
