The hot beat flies into the tornado night
crashing down emotions, completely heartbroken
the echoed howl of the faraway train scares us
the dark forest where the friends meet
a night spent in poverty
the night left out from the world

The next door piano lady
cries in the distance, cries like a lamb
'round here, the pain sinks in
the skies are all blue, so baby blue
the flowers in full bloom
waiting for the finishing touches to be perfected
into the pinkish season
of mourning everlast
 
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