JP Cooper

Оригинальный текст и слова песни Colour me in gold:
You colour me in gold.
Lips like petals on my throat.
And those fingertips like paintbrush strokes, paper boats softly float like a song...

Оригинальный текст и слова песни We Were Raised Under Grey Skies:
We were raised under Grey skies,
But you'll never hear us complain
Oh, and following the examples
Of how to drove through...