passing through, this world still lives.
passing through, this world still lives.
Maybe I should change this too something abit nicer, humm no I still think your all Ct
Gayle.....!
We are the music makers, We are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams;
We are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it seems.