Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
I am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth.
And I am coming home to you if it’s the last thing that I do.
Ah the first summer of love was here when I was much too young
ah the first summer of love was clearly just a summer long
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map