Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in.
A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who'll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather.
A friend who'll tease is better ,
Our thoughts compressed,
Which makes us blessed,
And makes for stormy weather.
Day's dawning, skins crawling
Pure morning.
Pure morning.
а вот поди разбери, с чего меня снова на Брайана потянуло.