Early morning, without warning. Woke me with a scare. I had that dream again. That the Sun was dead. . Make me warm or take me home. It's so cold in here.
You and I were two old and tortured souls. Repaired by our love of broken things. In a life, just some bodies growing old. No fear of the end, of anything.
If you'd like to walk a while. We could waste the day. Follow me into the trees. I will lead the way. . Bring some change up to the bridge. Bring some alcohol.