That is to think of you,
Like to singalong
On the bench of an empty boulevard.
Would that be wrong?

Swamped with life,
Like to get rescued
On the edge of a cliff dragging on a cigar
Is still not too far?

Real deal, hasty dreariness
Now in my skies.
Like if No Surprises
Was blubbing in my earphones,
Would That Not Be Nice?