from now on I'll say nothing
'cause there's no one side of truth to find
I'll let the moon speak for you and me
with an owl underneath calling through the night
from crescent to sunrise
glowing screens all around, hypnotized
how have you tried to find that lonesome paradise?
some say its a burden, some say poison
for our head for our love for our high
like clouded sunshine
they talk and they talk
but you know too much to judge it now
our hearts may get lost
but in the end you know it's already worked out
they talk they judge and they deceive
it's the they in them that's really you and me
I'll keep hiding with this poison
til my heart and my head align on high
cloud parted sunshine
they talk and they talk
but you know too much to judge it now
our hearts may get lost
but in the end you know it's already worked out
As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52
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