Deep inside forever where this moment is a dream
I listen for the voice of my favorite memory
We’re bathing in the sunlight of a thousand summer days
Floating on a phone call through the darkened money days
I’m sleeping on your couch, like an old dog with no teeth
My surface tells you nothing, my wings are underneath
I’m melting in your kitchen, like butter on your bread
Dying at the crossroads with the skeletons on lead
The lights turn red, the lights turn green
My hands are in the air, how long has it been?
Your eyes are green, your eyes are red
The night is still dancing in my head