whyyelse: Coming towards me.
whyyelse: Sky.
whyyelse: If God controls the land and disease, keeps a watchful eye on me, If he's really so damn mighty, my problem is I can't see, well who would wanna be? Who would wanna be such a control freak?
whyyelse: I've got a bad feeling about this.
whyyelse: Something beautiful.
whyyelse: Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset
whyyelse: I can see it all.
whyyelse: I feel a guilty conscience grow.
whyyelse: Light of mine.
whyyelse: Tomorrow.
whyyelse: You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day, when you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?
whyyelse: Can't you see these skys are breaking?
whyyelse: Warning.
whyyelse: A New Adventure.
whyyelse: This is the end.
whyyelse: Red sky at night... sailors delight.
whyyelse: A beautiful day.
whyyelse: A beautiful sky.
whyyelse: Remember me.
whyyelse: parting of the sensory
whyyelse: They don't love you like I love you.
whyyelse: Wait.
whyyelse: Angels in the sky.
whyyelse: Red Sky
whyyelse: I reach for the sky.
whyyelse: Goodbye Bonnaroo... till next year.
whyyelse: I'm a realist.
whyyelse: I'm a romantic.
whyyelse: Not so unusual
whyyelse: Wait & See.