كلمات Thunderstorm 6:54

Thunderstorm 6:54 Is it me or should I lock the door Silly it seems, afraid to answer the phone Someone could say that I'm paranoid Scissors and string Soon it will be spring What will sister bring Conjure my black game The daydreams that keep you away No mown grass, no sunburn No talk of doomsday Funny it seems, the ways of these days Scars cover me, I start to need the pain Scissors and string Soon it will be spring What will sister bring Conjure my black game Thunderstorm 6:54 Righteous is this rain And love and love Love is your sad prose Ooh yeah, sad, sad prose