I don't want to knock it,
but
the new kids on the block it
don't seem right.
The difference between
night and day
is, let's
say
a few hours?
In that time the
world does half a turn.
We burnt daylight and
we turned old,
night
don't seem right
either.
There are no more yachts
on the Caspian
only robots
and they're trespassing,
privacy doesn't exist.
Uist.
In the Outer Hebrides,
she stands on a hilltop
waiting with the breeze
that pulls at
her hair.
I'm on the way there
leaving the kids and
the block far
behind.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
I don't want to knock it,
but
the new kids on the block it
don't seem right.
The difference between
night and day
is, let's
say
a few hours?
In that time the
world does half a turn.
We burnt daylight and
we turned old,
night
don't seem right
either.
There are no more yachts
on the Caspian
only robots
and they're trespassing,
privacy doesn't exist.
Uist.
In the Outer Hebrides,
she stands on a hilltop
waiting with the breeze
that pulls at
her hair.
I'm on the way there
leaving the kids and
the block far
behind.
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