Notsur Dnuora Selcric

Drifting herrings in your bed
Here comes a nowhere man on quick southern feet
You’re on the quickest ways to lonely
And you cry too much to sleep
Guns aren’t hard to get
And he’s in love with you
Love’s a funny feeling
And triggers can change the truth
Under her eyes
She’s got circles
Under her eyes
She’s got circles
Under her eyes
She’s got circles
Under her eyes