QsySue: You never said it but you broke the backs you rode upon
QsySue: Rebuild what's gone unsteady
QsySue: The cellar door is an open throat
QsySue: old
QsySue: reigns supreme
QsySue: schoolhouse
QsySue: ghetto dreams
QsySue: I see a red door
QsySue: No one's home
QsySue: Green
QsySue: Watch where you stray my friend
QsySue: when you work out where to draw the line your guess is as good as mine
QsySue: Behind the door where no one sees
QsySue: How you'll find sanctuary
QsySue: The faces already faded
QsySue: A life built out of only goodbye
QsySue: Luxury
QsySue: How happy am I?
QsySue: I could disappear
QsySue: X marks the spots.
QsySue: Making tortillas on the farm.