Sad times come along
smile at me and tell me
they’re here to stay…
Alley come by, with they spiralling staircases, here me now but for the echo – they wonder which one – I don’t blame them. No! No! I don’t blame them… the progression gets bad, gets more inricate, fishes with eyes in it for some, deep sea shit for some – oh! what a world….
Take a step soft, take a step hard another hard.. a kind of alternative lifestyle if you must, bee sting in my finger, reddened turning to blue – well well what have we have here…