Twenty story buildings coming down on me. Mountain ranges sliding into the sea. Rivers of blood, burning red. I got a broken heart, and a broken head.
I'm finding my feet. absolutely midseason mediocre street. I got nothing to say. want nothing to do. with people like you. there's nothing to see. you see there's nothing like a good time.
Inside this city, on this empty train. hoping that the late night never lets me go. I travel to the station, to the underground. . Where the dark is a friend to me.
A winter palace. From the Arabian Nights. White waves on an ocean. Gems from a golden age. . Life in your new world. Turning round and round. Making some sense.