Between this urban territory satellites. Our children could be so much better off sacrificed than lost. Just 200 miles out east. Smothered in the sun's evening glare.
Yesterday's dinner's haunting me today. Blades in my stomach spinning. I awake with a fear of [Incomprehensible]. Hiding by the stress of your love. I won't return your calls until he lets out.
Resurrect the evening, brought it back as if filled in. Filled in something missing, something never there to begin. You were so distraught, had never been in love.