Orange lights in District Naught
The blues and browns sigh a shot
Runner reds and timid towns
Are weeping
Shame over what was sown
To exist in all unknowns
A self-given name
To hop over mountains
Dreaming in Burgundy
Must now be somebody
Oh!
Fleeting, Fleeting
Fleeting, Teeming
Limbic lights follow sheets
Of cruising clowns on the street
Nomad beds and vivid crowns
Are sweeping
Stand over District Joy
Join the sun convoy
This drifter came
From mountains for love’s fountain
Fleet-footed Carnaby
Must now be entropy
Oh!
Breathing, Breathing
Breathing, Feeling
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
Orange lights in District Naught
The blues and browns sigh a shot
Runner reds and timid towns
Are weeping
Shame over what was sown
To exist in all unknowns
A self-given name
To hop over mountains
Dreaming in Burgundy
Must now be somebody
Oh!
Fleeting, Fleeting
Fleeting, Teeming
Limbic lights follow sheets
Of cruising clowns on the street
Nomad beds and vivid crowns
Are sweeping
Stand over District Joy
Join the sun convoy
This drifter came
From mountains for love’s fountain
Fleet-footed Carnaby
Must now be entropy
Oh!
Breathing, Breathing
Breathing, Feeling
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