WE ARE MUSIC ENTHUSIASTS
I’m finished making sense. It can wait one night. The secrets that you keep are ever ready.
It’s slowly dawning. Without this safety net you’re free. And everything needs rearranging. I need water for this fire. Summer town’s a merry-go-round. Frost-bitten evergreen the stars they form a tree. Bodies escapin’ from the tolling of the bell. They just slip by me everyday. And there’s fifty lives to tell. The tide is low. I can’t find a better way. Never hearing any word I say. You seem to circle miles above me. The stakes get risen daily. The blinding light of day holds sway.