Dec 1985
Mr. Mister
Broken Wings
Mr. Mister
Broken Wings
Baby, don’t understand
Why we can’t just hold on to each other’s hands?
This time might be the last I fear unless
I make it all too clear I need you so, oh
Why we can’t just hold on to each other’s hands?
This time might be the last I fear unless
I make it all too clear I need you so, oh