Tác giả : John Frusciante
Người đăng : administrator, 13 năm trước
Drive up and down thru water
Live where poor
Big dreams nice
Sighing babys go to work
My name's rooted look
Thru the back of the room
Play him a tune down low
If the sun could melt like snow
I would run to you and flow into
A cloud running away into you.