William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons & Julia Stone
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
I've been locked out
For twenty years or so
What is this age on me now
If memory serves
Then I should recognize
This staring glass
My legs so frail
Like I haven't stood in years
This gait so wrong
I crawl towards you
Familiar I would swear
The name escapes me now
Fade and then return
Fade and then return
Like baby's breath
I'm holding onto air
My lungs a thief
Should I know you
A stranger though you seem
You feel like home
Fade and then return
Fade and then return
Fade and then return (Fade and then return)
Fade and then return (Fade and then return)
(What comes around) Fade and then return
(What comes around) Fade and then return
(What comes around) Fade and then return
(What comes around)