February Fiction (Ten)
Red Rocks. You took me there. We rose from the ashes.
Ghosts are crawling on our skin. Outrageous. Courageous.
You're standing there, freezing. In front of me, honest. And I don’t know what it is. Not all the songs are about us. No.
It’s very difficult sometimes, you're in Edinburgh and now you're in Lisbon, and who knows where tomorrow. I am asking how are you, you're asking are you feeling alright. Klask, cards or sex. Would like to be playing with you. One, two, three, four, five, six, sex, seven, eight, nine, ten, six to go one two three.