I guess if I ever saw you I thought things must be ok.
stepping outside's like walking in a terrarium.
crickets and frogs sing at full volume.
and the stars sing a silent d minor.
let's go to loch ness park.
I pretend to sleep.
as the eagles play again on the eight track.
is that angel dust?
red wine spilled in your daddy's white cadillac.
the wicker man and susperia.
a trailer in the middle of the night,
and fog everywhere.
you said that's what it means to be a kid.
I just tried to follow you.
emerson lake and palmer and some other tragedy.
but you had changed and everything else too.
sven.
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