LABOR OF LOVE...
...there are no more dreams left inside my head since she's closed the door on me...
...all the Elvis Costello "hate-love lyrics" have all gone away...
...nothing to excite me ever again..a chapped lip of history...
...i am a walking Syd Barrett...
...a child's mind buried in this adult's mind mystery.
...there are no more dreams left inside my head since she's closed the door on me...
...all the Elvis Costello "hate-love lyrics" have all gone away...
...nothing to excite me ever again..a chapped lip of history...
...i am a walking Syd Barrett...
...a child's mind buried in this adult's mind mystery.