Why we shop is not so hard to know.
When we’re lonely time goes all too slow.
And in dark night a minute is an hour.
The faces on the wall now seem to glower
When there are no adults children sob
Maybe that’s why man created god.
Why we shop is not so hard to know.
When we’re lonely time goes all too slow.
And in dark night a minute is an hour.
The faces on the wall now seem to glower
When there are no adults children sob
Maybe that’s why man created god.