David Mead

suicidal morning, a pink and purple glow city's up and yawning, a blanket made of snow sentimental movie from many years ago you don't know how much i'm gonna miss you funny seeds from china, all the fruit of france mix it up inside you, it makes you

Stranded here in Hartford, Christmas Eve The snow is falling on the planes Out on the runway As a man sings hallelujah Walking through the terminal My ear against the phone I left a message, "Hon, I'm sorry, kiss the boys It's getting hard just getti

What I want to do is wake up to you Bathing in the morning's light All I want to say is bomb's away Could you be my girl tonight Out here on the street We move around All that we need So tell me What do you believe makes the world go 'round What do y