Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Tom McRae
Solace
Shut your mouth
And hold your tongue or cut it out
I don't feel well
I don't feel well
So I
Taste of dirt
I could conjure dust
From this good earth
I don't feel well
I don't feel well
I didn't feel you slipping in
Feel you slip beneath the skin
When the moment comes
Give in x4
When the moment comes, give in