As we run the risk of boarder line prosperity resting on a makeshift fence above t he sea so dig in begin to understand that we'll never
really comprehend exactly what these words might mean. Surprise the blood in my eyes is getting the best of me. Like a plain burning in
the sky I'm a ship about to sink. In a room with now window lights slowly growing fading into me. Tell me you have sympathy I can tell you
that your wrong. The worst is that I knew this all along. Where burning like two stars lost in the sky. Violently turning red. We are
sadly mistaken for satellites. Projecting thoughts in your head. So here I go. Can you see my name in light? With every look in your eyes
and we know that we are never alone.
