chorus

Put down a new flight
frenzy keeps warm the mad ones, you know
someone sure planned it all out
watch red arms friend play long fingers up necks of great ghoul guitars
seems to see something more
out there is you and me
trying not to end up where you�re going
down spooky tunnels of the mind
and cavern life
is dying out
can�t stand without the wind to
arch me on
(or don�t want to) and
neither more
should you:
it�s where your solace lies.

2004-02-27 | 2:46 p.m.
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