The vacant space fills up with blue and gold
We can’t control what we cannot control
The rows of hope grow wild in the August heat
A blinding light burning on through the street
I understand that I don’t make sense
This starlight crush on emptiness
Blue eye shadow in a silver dress
Heaven’s high on emptiness
Were you for real?
The teeth said so
Imprint on my forearm
Where did those red dents go?
There’s a final scene in every story
A place where speed, distance, darkness all hang out
Do you know your way around this town?