The Future, Wouldn't That Be Nice - The Books

The west is dead and it’s burning, the rest are red and they’re burning

It’s the noon of the leaving bread, the world is wood

I cry, I cry… knows, knows, knows, knows, knows, knows, oh, oh, oh,

what is it, what is it?

The tip of her tongue, we kissed

My mind has a mind of its own.

This dream will end if I let it.

My mind has a

mind of it’s own.

Wrong we go

What’s that song, Nick?

Jingle Bells

Jingle Bells, again?

Jing jing jingle, jing jingle

That was a good one, Row Row Row Your Boat

The west is dead and it’s burning, the rest are red and they’re burning

It’s the noon of the leaving bread, the world is wood

My mind has a mind of its own

My mind has a mind of its own

My mind has a mind of its own

My mind has a mind of its own