Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started living in sin in the bloodwood and the desert oak. I remember looking down, rows of tiny white houses. Is there room for me? Are you happy in this modern world? Peace be with you soul divine with the timeless melody that soothes my soul like the roses need the rain, like the seasons need to change, like the poets need the pain. Used to be so easy, I know you think you’re going crazy.
