Ain't My Type Of Hype

Tangerine Girl (daytrotter session)

If it don’t make money…

III. Urn

I watch ‘em all pass by the moon and stars
Let me hold him in my arms, forever more
These cold nights, the park is ours
Standing, by the side

Let you go, on, to the sea, just for me
Don’t ever leave me, my love

Keep holding on, let the modest go
As my mind goes to and fro, waking up for one more show
We see him in the night, tell him I’m not afraid of him
I’m not afraid of ‘em, cause I won’t know


How do I get more of it?