Flight of fancy, pick-up trucks. Sky of midnight-mother, son. Life gets lost and I miss those miles behind. Paths don't cross where the flamin' angel rides There she goes, a love alive, the highway
I thought we were good. But I just can't sleep at all. Three times we tried. And three times we went wrong. The first time hurt. The second a shock. I cried the third. You better hold me tight
Lime and limpid green, a second scene. A fight between the blue you once knew. Floating down, the sound resounds. Around the icy waters underground. Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania