Sept20 Songtext
von Richard Swift

Calling out, can′t hear your name
Gotta get away, gotta get away
When I go, I'll go out alone
Everybody knows, I′ll be safe in my home


Death do us part
Sickness and health

Made a plan, fixing myself
Trying not to drink, from a poisoned well
Slip away, asleep in my car
All the angels sing "Que sera sera"

Death do us part
Sickness and health