Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
Throwing Muses
You a clean spark or a twisted parody?
Well look at me
Set them to clock time
Spit them up at the trees
The dripping trees
These wicked memories
It all comes down eventually