Oh where you lay. Your head tonight. I'll roll away alone. And close on down. . Take up your wings. And fly back out. And we'll pretend. Forget we're dead.
Another washout, brake lights showing. Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing. Let's hear the outline, I see where it's going. I know where it came from, a bubble in the moment.
Once upon a blue thing or two. Eyes in sight, the moon confused. We heard the sparks fly and we watched their lies. Some died in retreat, some in jealousy.
Another washout, brakelights showing. Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing. Let's hear the outline. I see where it's going. I know where it came from.