Park Bench Theories

Rise (The Dog Barks) Ryan Cabrera Winding down, tying up In this waxed and empty box Twisted nights, drowned in wine Dropping shots in empty bars Broken glass, moments past Hold now, the dog barks Broken windows, broken doors Broken chairs on broken

When Will I See Your Face Again - Jamie Scott & the Town here i am, everyday since you said, you'd come again, but it's not fair, cos' you're not here, i wait in vain, but nothing has challanged, i'm a flower, soaking in the rain, if i could wish one