He cast a grim shadow. Through the busy street. Said, he was a junkie. And he punctuated his walk with a gun. . Motiveless murder. The papers scream. The cops all said.
Did you catch the fever. Flying toward the moon?. Sailing in space to a distant shore. You kind of wondered, what they came here for. . We lived days for lovin'.
Keep goin' getting higher. New worlds waiting in the skies. Escape the feasting and the hunger. Not the monsters in our minds. . Got our hands on a ship.
In the garden district. Where the plants grow strong and tall. Behind the bush there lurks a girl. Who makes them strong and tall. The villagers call her.
Cornwall and the harbor. Where witches went mad more than once. And until this day in dreams at least. The lighthouse at Lost Christabel. . Squat and hugely tilts upon the strand.