Stepping outside, the air cuts Cooling the flesh in my lungs Turning my blood red A cloud escapes my open mouth Pupils dilate under dim street lamps Searching for the light ***** converse on a shiny street Around the corner Old ripped jeans
By that tall tree I look up No more leaves But a small, soft, dark brown sky Hippie Sabotage plays near by Lips Collide with the glass Spark ******* in all I can Smoke hits Deep in my throat Ashes stay lit Orange glows in my hand
Puddle at my feet Full moon on the ground Not so cold now Tall tree Branches reaching further down Away from me Gray faces surround
Inhale A little more Exhale I blow and blow Ears full of Palace sound Strange town A cloud escapes my open mouth What now