harmonize with songs The lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the gates of Eden The motorcycle black Madonna A two-wheeled gypsy queen And her silver
A secret you must keep Love cuts you deep Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel Love breaks the wings of a butterfly On a wheel There's no
on scars That never mend And the train goes Cast iron wheels go hungry in the fields Searching for that silver line a long, long way to go Cast iron hearts
let it rock and let it roll I had a one arm bandit fever There was an arrow through My heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turning Neon burning
to the sea She finds the weather fine She hears the steeple bells Ringing through the orchard all the way from town She watches seagulls fly Silver
us into hresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum Black roses, laced with silver,
Red-silver streamline Train look out here she comes, she's comin' Look out there she goes, she's gone Screamin' straight through Texas Like a mad dog Cyclone Big, red, and silver
to harmonize with songs the lonesome sparrow sings There are no kings inside the Gates of Eden The motorcycle 'Black Madonna', two-wheeled gypsy queen And her silver
a heart gone cold Breaking the thin line wire of an off worldly stare That was spun, weaved and unravelled, every soul dealt fair As the spinning wheel
burning in your heart this is where to start yeah They say the rest is on the other side but everything will always be alright look for the silver
returning All in vain she's thinking he'll come back someday For the lamp of hope still in her heart is burning As the old mill wheel turns 'round it
two good hands to keep me clothed and fed A pair of feet to stagger to my bed A heart of gold and fists of iron A tongue of silver that's bought me
said let it rock and let it roll I had a one arm bandit fever There was an arrow through my heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turning Neon
' Morning star Reggie makin' go good with the Grits Now let's take it back for real When we used to build at ghetto big wheels With the shoppin' cart wheels
Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip
this war is through, And I'm singing, Sailor, can you hear me, Sailor, hear my call, Sailor, take me with you, Sailor, take me home... Yesterday I saw a seabird wheeling
's I'm 7 figga, the bigger you thought the little real See I don't blame ya, cashmere's what you feel Picturing the fortune, you just tryna spin the wheel
'm falling Love so hard that you wish you were ten I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on