I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw. I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money. Find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars.
Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?. Don't you know about the temperature change. In the cold black shadow?. Are you mad at your walls. Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you?.
Who is much more than a friend,. But never by my side?. All beginnings are an end,. In the blackness there's a light. Maybe you will only read. One or two letters at the most.
And there were future reflections on the face and the hands. On a green colored island; on a primitive man. It was the future reflected; it felt familiar but new.
I feel your racing heart. My liquid silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tubs unchanging. I am fire, where's my form?.