William Doyle

Thornbury Heights
turn into terraceswalking through fencesI never knew you wereI got so lost, alonethe same shapes appear againdriving me round the bendI'm always caught in the webmade up of needle and threadI'm always caughtthe houses stretch on for mileslike department store shopping aisles"clean up on railroad one""kingsway is out of stock"I'm always caught in the webmade up of needle and threadI'm always caught.our road is out of here Aus Songtexte Mania