The Wild One
We Was going through
A lifetime
I had a banshee on my back we're down in corpus christie now picking up the slack now
I was wondering where the wild boys had started off and gone this memories jamming buttons stuck on some old song
And if you get this message leave a sign or make a call
Mohammed's left his calling card and it's written on the wall
Looking for the wild one, wild one
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one
She was gone in twenty seconds right before my eyes no more honey kisses no more long goodbyes and
I feel like pink nevada or cooler shade of blue mother earth is closer now walk me out in the morning dew
And if you get this message leave a sign or make a call
Mohammed's left his calling card and it's written on the wall
Looking for the wild one, wild one
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one
Looking for the
Solo Sometimes
I stop breathing just to feel reborn and it's like rolling thunder blowing through the corn through my back pages
I can see the change there's a storm a coming now coming through the rain
Solo and I'm out here drifitng a million miles alone floating in a spaceship somewhere falling like a stone, falling like a stone
Still looking for the wild one, yeah yeah
The Wild OneLRC歌词
We Was going through
A lifetime
I had a banshee on my back we're down in corpus christie now picking up the slack now
I was wondering where the wild boys had started off and gone this memories jamming buttons stuck on some old song
And if you get this message leave a sign or make a call
Mohammed's left his calling card and it's written on the wall
Looking for the wild one, wild one
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one
She was gone in twenty seconds right before my eyes no more honey kisses no more long goodbyes and
I feel like pink nevada or cooler shade of blue mother earth is closer now walk me out in the morning dew
And if you get this message leave a sign or make a call
Mohammed's left his calling card and it's written on the wall
Looking for the wild one, wild one
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one,
Looking for the wild one
Looking for the
Solo Sometimes
I stop breathing just to feel reborn and it's like rolling thunder blowing through the corn through my back pages
I can see the change there's a storm a coming now coming through the rain
Solo and I'm out here drifitng a million miles alone floating in a spaceship somewhere falling like a stone, falling like a stone
Still looking for the wild one, yeah yeah