Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
Your Skin, your miles and miles of skin, are a forest of gentle dips and steep hills and
Tethered to emotion, the nectar of the heart I swim between the tears as another soul departs. Aimlessly walking the pavement of the past, Fluorescent phantoms beneath the shadows of
Kill the lights in the soft room and let the engine run, place a hose through the window and put the bullet in the gun.
With bloodshot eyes and a chiseled cheek, in bad need of a shave, Just another lost soul she was desperate to save. As the rain became a drizzle on a New York stoop,
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
Your Skin, your miles and miles of skin, are a forest of gentle dips and steep hills and
Tethered to emotion, the nectar of the heart I swim between the tears as another soul departs. Aimlessly walking the pavement of the past, Fluorescent phantoms beneath the shadows of
Kill the lights in the soft room and let the engine run, place a hose through the window and put the bullet in the gun.
With bloodshot eyes and a chiseled cheek, in bad need of a shave, Just another lost soul she was desperate to save. As the rain became a drizzle on a New York stoop,