It's as if the glare from the fuelling sun
is now brighter than i ever thought it could be...

I remember that dream, like I dreamt it last...
And I can only hope that it can be repeated...

Graffiti walls and makeup dolls
High heel shoes and singing blues...

The fire of the autumn sun
burns against the grain...

The air was a slight mixture of
laughter and suspense...

You shine your designer watch out bright:
An act of pride, yet such an ugly sight...

Two silhouettes stood, lost in space and time,
A mountain before them, each one they must climb...

See that boy lying on the ground
He's relaxing after his latest fix...

Wandering fae dances with the leaves
in her hair and moonstone reflecting...

The children of a neighbourhood go nowhere near
That solid crimson door which emits a dreaded fear...

You used to be my only friend;
The only one of whom I could talk to...

It's blacking out your eyes
Something very mystical...