Sourtarts
Yep, it's tuesday morning.
Yep, it is.
Nothing new under this big black sun, same sour feeling in mouth, in my veins, in my mind.
I can't help it, I just want get the hell away from here.
But not without you my lovely one
Yep, it is.
Nothing new under this big black sun, same sour feeling in mouth, in my veins, in my mind.
I can't help it, I just want get the hell away from here.
But not without you my lovely one