Love Angel Music Baby

the riddle of demons. don't talk to you much. looks a lot like the winters of your past. hate being those flowers that the frost takes down with such force, the field becomes a monstrosity. don't think on this. only remember summer and the queen bee. let her divorce the winter of your year.

"remember Harbour Blvd./ the dreaming days where the mess was made/ look how all the kids have grown/ we have changed but we're still the same/ after all that we have been through/ I know we're cool"

"My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming"

"Come on in, I've got to tell you what a state I'm in, I've got to tell you in my loudest tones, that I started looking for a warning sign."