Rue Royale The Search And Little Else
grew up in a maze where i was afraid of the moon and in the haze of youth i went along to look for you
and it was miles and miles miles and miles of twist and curve and it was days and days days and days with no stone left unturned
and in my younger years i thought i had for myself an answer for everything at ready given me to help and in the wilderness i often ran like hell never to let give in i'm for the search and little else
