Morning. Pry the windows open. Let in. What's so terrifying?. Summer is as faded as a lone cicada call. Memory so bright I gotta squint just to recall.
Follow the power lines back from the road. No one around so I take off my clothes. Am I the only one in the only world?. Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh. Woah oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh.