Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly, creeping. Left its seeds while I was, sleeping. And the vision, that was planted in my brain... still remains.
Slow down. You move too fast. You gotta make. The morning last, just. Kickin' down. The cobble stones. Looking for fun. And feeling groovy. . Ba d-d-da da da da.