I met her in a shooting gallery, speeding like a goose. Back when both of us were used to making strangers. She shook me down for all I had and every way but loose. But I was still too juiced to fe
whispering in the dark. And we just wait for a sign. So this is my once upon at time. So this is my star-crossed wasteland. The wolves are ascending, the vultures are near. And I'm still here waiting for you
Gonna fly up to the moon,. Raising all of my money. Can't make it too soon,. I am sick of it down here. Gonna rise up to the moon. So this is how the world ends-. Not with a bang but with a wimp