As traces of methane gasses are exposed in places the earth has chosen to reveal in manners that are hazardous My scars are revealed in a way that has less passion than two lovers fighting for a last glimpse of each other as time passes Fragments of ashes fall faster as massive blasts create matter in dances that hold the fragrance of eminent disaster
it's almost nine and for a moment I was at Ye Olde Curiosity Shop down by the bay, buying grape pop rocks, and you kept asking for kisses just to feel the spark but your eyes said so much more.