With The Lights Out, We Sing
Aloha This is a mission to find out how you made me out and wished me to your lair
Dank and sweet, candlelit, gently
Those ghosts of yours make the softest noise
And I don't feel so strange
Can I ask you to what kind of world are you taking me?
What kind of place is this that you're keeping me?
I don't want to live where I stay
That is the story I left with
Bluest blue from the faucet
An orange bug crawled from the basement
In a cloud of smoke, you were gorgeous