Blindly bumbling, slightly stumbling,
And these words are too big for my mouth, my dear.
They choke me, they trip me, they tear me to pieces,
And those pieces, they fall to the ground, my dear.
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 2:35 PM UTC
Blindly bumbling, slightly stumbling,
And these words are too big for my mouth, my dear.
They choke me, they trip me, they tear me to pieces,
And those pieces, they fall to the ground, my dear.