Worldender کے بول

Worldender With a temper just as grim as you are tender Never close, I make the most of my own surrender Worldender Worldender Driving South 101 Got a parking ticket In a state park in Oregon I didn't see the sign But I rarely do now, do l? Smoke in my eves Pulled over For a glass and a plate and a smoke break You like half empty dives And l like Christmas in May And the lights went out And I could not see my own hands And the walls began to dance Wordender With a temper just as grim as you are tender Never close, I make the most of my own surrender Wordender Wordender Back to the van Rows and rows and rows of almond trees I clocked out for a minute Hands at six and three You thought we'd never make it To see our angel in silver lake But we did and we'll do it again Worldender With a temper just as grim as you are tender Never close, I make the most of my own surrender Worldender Worldender