The Sun shines
The birds sing
Heralding Earth, stirring from its slumber
But all is despair
For The Walking Dead is over
And I am sad.
It's not rocket science
It's not rocket science
The Sun shines
The birds sing
Heralding Earth, stirring from its slumber
But all is despair
For The Walking Dead is over
And I am sad.
The Chiles Files 