The postman doesn't *ring* twice . . .

The postman doesn't *ring* twice . . .

The postman doesn't *ring* twice . . .

My wife is slowly collaging the walls of our studio with random sayings and images from magazines, artwork, photography, album art ect... so I had the idea to pull all of my lyrics for this track from the walls. LYRICS: What's my next…

My wife is slowly collaging the walls of our studio with random sayings and images from magazines, artwork, photography, album art ect... so I had the idea to pull all of my lyrics for this track from the walls. LYRICS: What's my next…

My wife is slowly collaging the walls of our studio with random sayings and images from magazines, artwork, photography, album art ect... so I had the idea to pull all of my lyrics for this track from the walls. LYRICS: What's my next…

My wife is slowly collaging the walls of our studio with random sayings and images from magazines, artwork, photography, album art ect... so I had the idea to pull all of my lyrics for this track from the walls. LYRICS: What's my next…

It is my desire to free the inner child, to see like a child sees, to be in awe of my surroundings. Wake up, little child, come out of hiding I don't, i don't want to hurt you anymore I want to see the world through your eyes.

It is my desire to free the inner child, to see like a child sees, to be in awe of my surroundings. Wake up, little child, come out of hiding I don't, i don't want to hurt you anymore I want to see the world through your eyes.

It is my desire to free the inner child, to see like a child sees, to be in awe of my surroundings. Wake up, little child, come out of hiding I don't, i don't want to hurt you anymore I want to see the world through your eyes.