Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds
And famously the feeling that
Pray for content, settle for free rent, the tenements recall
I stole a page from your book
and a line
The angel cried, "You bastard!",
As we analyzed the accents
When the contact high from the real life adventures wear
Both eyes drinking cool water, not the first daughter so
Come clean through the waves of debris.
The mind's eye
It was crime at the time but the laws we
One holy ghost for a (holy/lonely) girl
In the dream
Our words move aimlessly through empty city squares,
collecting into
It's the how-to guide to become the new face of
Should you go looking for a testament to youth in
The sound of God is the screech of tires, lights