Lost in paintings of Germania.
Moon reflections on Magnolia
and i'm fine...
In medias res and we're on fire.
pour your polymer into the sky.
tell a hoax or tell a dirty lie
rising over our heads.
shut your mouth because you're not making sense
the pleasure of living under irradiance
to not say a word and turn a blind eye
until it's over and we all realise
smokestack dreams
close your eyes (but don't go to sleep)
tomorrow may never come.
tomorrow may never come.