Sangtekster:
Pajaro Sunrise

: Early Sunday morning, By the sound of the bell I can tell the day's going to be some kind of nightmare. I walk you to the station With your suitcase

: Every fool that falls Fall slightly faster Than the apple on the master Quietly napping by a tree And every time he falls He finds some reason, Some

: Bars I see bars Nothing but bars And you outside Outside the bars Draw me a line and i'll see bars And when the rain brings your smell I'll light

: Get down, both knees on the ground Believe me I couldn't love another Days go easy, clothes go easy My california lover Too much, you lay me on the

: Roses grow to be food for worms poets love that shit. Microphones keep spitting songs no one seems to need Not so cold in this cold December as Decembers

: I love the taste of tangerine when I taste it on your lips my tongue licks them clean I couldn't tell which part of you I am more scared to lose Your

: You better leave You better leave When the morning comes You better leave And if not for me now Well if not for me For a better you You gotta leave

: Wise men go tip tip tap step by step. They won't jump they won't stop they won's slip. If you happen to get in ther way just move along. We might

: every fool that falls falls slightly faster than the apple on the master quietly napping by a tree end everytime he falls he finds some reason, some