Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Michale Graves
Somehow
In this quiet conversation
Somehow
There's nothing to say
That's not ghastly
Or frightening, or shocking
You'll see
It might be right behind me
When I found out the truth
I turned white as a ghost
Somehow
In this quiet conversation
Somehow
There's nothing to say
That's not ghastly
Or frightening, or shocking
You'll see
It might be right behind me
When I found out the truth
I turned white as a ghost
When I found out the truth
I turned white as a ghost
When I found out the truth
I turned white as a ghost
It's ghastly & frightening
And shocking, you'll see
It might be, right behind me