The colonization of hearts, "misfire" was often called out And you recalled another time when autumn, ghost writer Started to scare up an infinite age of the sad sadness And, Valentine, you could have been mine I always wondered about it Were you under a s**ual hex?
Do exits line our hours here? All of our gardens were startled When you started guarding your stars Runaway, you're going I looked into your eyes, and they became the axis of my life All these changes came together in the middle of one night