Do you know what comes after dusk?
For all we have going for us, brilliant colors and blinding light,
in the end - after the warmth - we are left with only our sight.
Tell me, young soul, when was the last time you had a stone to throw? Do you know what comes after dusk?
* Magic and fairy dust.
Like the tongues behind our teeth and the blades at our hips, the course we have set is precise. Lines of timeless quality - fab hair and frazzling personalities - my dear, the view from up here is quite nice.
No need to thank us - we take pleasure in the simple fact that we're saving your *** from a miserable life.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
Do you know what comes after dusk?
For all we have going for us, brilliant colors and blinding light,
in the end - after the warmth - we are left with only our sight.
Tell me, young soul, when was the last time you had a stone to throw? Do you know what comes after dusk?
* Magic and fairy dust.
Like the tongues behind our teeth and the blades at our hips, the course we have set is precise. Lines of timeless quality - fab hair and frazzling personalities - my dear, the view from up here is quite nice.
No need to thank us - we take pleasure in the simple fact that we're saving your *** from a miserable life.
Que the Ratatat soundtrack.
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