Popularity : 44 users have visited this page.
Album: Track 8 on Jupiter
Rate : Rate the song now!!!
tired from the windy chill, guilt had forced her to land.
'i no longer know,' she said.
'the way to fly myself home.'
may it all become familiar to us all
she's so vain, she's dreaming of funerals to come.
it's the part of the movie where you can't help
but close your eyes.
a social butterfly retreats back to its cocoon.
surely this will be familiar to us all.
hold my gaze.
If you believe the lyrics are not correct you can Submit Corrections to us