Blue Swerver
Untempo
My question is at this difficult timeIs it safe for my friends to come homeThe state of play on this critical dayMake it hard for my friends to come homeThough I love but don't ownSuch a beautiful sceneThat is printed on my eyeWhen I close it insteadEscape my low-down friendIn the moon buggie that I've madeFrom the bricks in my houseTwo-stroke propellers and twineStroll out the gates of the starsAnd pull the thorn from Jupiter's sideCome from long wayCome for a last dayKissed by the vacuum that will swallow us all
From Letras Mania