Prehistoric flower on the windowsill getting hit by the sun. Flourescent cloud hanging over top of you, you don't know what you're saying.. How long can you be in pain? How long? How long can you be in pain? How long?.
It was a beautiful night, yeah the moon was climbing out of the mountains.. And from the city in the ground came the sound of a million lights.. We were headed to the center of our brain when they came a'knocking..