歌词
Dripping down, down this road
Futures that flicker like flames on a boat
Spinning tops on my hand redshift thoughts of whatnots
Shocking waves distant raves cities melt in the pot
Days
Fade out
♪
Low blow
A skinny aurora highlighting my faults
Closed doors
Ten parsecs away from a euphoric state
Up is down sky is brown
Present and past pin my head to the ground
Stand smile
Dystopic fan fairs selling your thoughts for scares
Days
Fade out
♪
Get my fix off a precious ago
Running in place
Get my fix off a precious ago
Running in place