The jail cells,
With their mighty cacophony of swords,
Ignite the setting sun,
The
.
Uniformed man standing like wars do,
And
.
You’re in the diner
.
Coaxing the sugar and cream.
The jail cells,
With their mighty cacophony of swords,
Ignite the setting sun,
The
.
Uniformed man standing like wars do,
And
.
You’re in the diner
.
Coaxing the sugar and cream.