Alexander.Quinn:
We like the same things and I like your style
Alexander.Quinn:
Tin-Can Telephone Wires
Alexander.Quinn:
Time Vortex
Alexander.Quinn:
If I could, I'd most likely live in bookstores
Alexander.Quinn:
Makes me feel like a madman on the run
Alexander.Quinn:
The skies the limit
Alexander.Quinn:
This is becoming a theme.
Alexander.Quinn:
Like some thoughts wearing thin
Alexander.Quinn:
Armchair Apocrypha
Alexander.Quinn:
Pulling me into another dream, a lucid dream
Alexander.Quinn:
Amber on cyan
Alexander.Quinn:
I've watched the sun rise three days in a row, now
Alexander.Quinn:
Missing trains and cheap hotels
Alexander.Quinn:
Smoking kills
Alexander.Quinn:
This longing for home never lasts
Alexander.Quinn:
Lost in a daydream of blue