pollythundercat

"Oh, we are what we are when in danger, and we are as we stand head in hands
When a friend brings to light on a cold silver knife, you can stare your fate right into his hands
To his hands

Oh, we are what we are when we'll name to be the soul-owning guardians of land
And there's always advice on a cold winter's night, like your dreams are just an island in the sand
Way out in the sand

Don't it seems so strange how it just don't change
Things just stay the same as they've always been
Some of us are out to win and some of us are out just to aim
Just out to aim

Oh we are what we are when we're praying in our way of seeking some light
May the mission bells still ring of the colorful dream ,in the faith that everyone will be treated right

Will be treated right on a cold, cold night.
Will be treated right in a hopeless fight
Will be treated right, will be treated right
on a cold, cold, cold night
Will be treated right"



I wish we could post songs here......I'm addicted to Terry Reid now.

And I'm....blagh.

xoxo