Names and places dance along.
A desire for anonymity,
A desire for song.

Empty verses that rhyme
In my mind for none to find.
Lost and found and lost again.

And my solitude
Beats me off my beatitudes
Feeds me at all latitudes
And then it passes like winterlude.
Ah winterlude, it’s making me lazy!
It runs and it screams through the night.
And I see it again on this old skyline
But when winter comes it’ll all be fine.

Starry nights, neon lights,
Purple sights, it’s all too bright!

Can’t let the light in.
It’s already too bright within.
Shouldn’t let the fight kick in.
It’s too late not to sin…

No space for flight.
But is there need to fight?

Break free from these verses.
Feel free to go on.
Feel the earth moving,
And know the world is ending.

And you know you want to
Travel with her wide.
Travel with her wild
And travel with her blind.

And the earth is still moving
And you know that it will **** you.
But you still want to
Travel by her side.