Take me to a place where midnight accumulates—don’t want to see the sun anymore. Put me on a train with no windows, where nighttime lasts forever, and a speed-mad engineer with a mechanical heart highballs a coal-black engine through time tunnels like a bullet leaving a gun—where the speed of darkness is faster than the speed of light…
Some soft music behind a tan-skinned lady with a white flower in her hair singing “keeps on raining.”
Just give me things that I can depend on like red wine, old times, and the repetition of a blue bass line.
Some soft music behind a tan-skinned lady with a white flower in her hair singing “keeps on raining.”
Just give me things that I can depend on like red wine, old times, and the repetition of a blue bass line.
