There he goes again, following the dark night sky
Advertisements mark his sense of reality
I'm here when he falls but no longer can I catch him
It's midnight, the hour of his calling. but the sun still shines and the owls Head still turns 360' to watch my back
I guess there's no turning back
Letters that sequenced in formula send flashbacks of 'dark knights'
If only I wasn't the joker
Harlequin girls and fancy dresses
We mingle throughout our stresses
Just dancing like we are something
But staying silent so he can say nothing
Purging on my own innocence
I wish it would snow
White, is that twilight?
Me in my purest form