David Sylvian
David Sylvian
David Sylvian
David Sylvian
David Sylvian
David Sylvian
David Sylvian
David Sylvian
David Sylvian
Not such a brutal man
But we couldn’t save him from himself
Gunslinger, rifle sights to the eye
Cold blooded, only a mother could love him
Time to concede defeat
Make for the other side