I fly I soar This I adore And then like a locomotive The sound of your sorrow comes I'm tired of the way it feels I only apologized to you to make you
I'm keeping an eye on the future An eye on the past And the present in my pocket Just in case I need a door Into a brave new world where all solutions
survive ourselves? I'm not an alarmist But someone should break the glass (And pull that red, T-lever down) To get their attention Start lobbing the light grenades