dig to china,
where everyone walks upside down.
and they don't even know that they should be falling off
so i'll stick to the sidewalk circuses.


crash into summer,
fueled by cloth and kerosene.
it's a flash, it's a bang,
but it all burns out too soon,
smoking on the moon.


don't follow so closely,
i've lost my way.
it doesn't feel like tomorrow feels like today.


i'm all alone.