I think tonight. But only that. Of words which I cannot speak. Words of sadness.
Aged beyond maturity in the recesses of my brain. Turned to vinegar instead of wine.
Unshareable.
I think tonight. But only that. Of words which I cannot speak. Words of sadness.
Aged beyond maturity in the recesses of my brain. Turned to vinegar instead of wine.
Unshareable.
This is my last stopover, before I move along.
I just dropped in here for a few lovely years,
To see what was going on.
In the end, the stars and the Universe will be my final home.
I just dropped in here for a few lovely years, and
Soon I will be gone.