Sep 06, 2006 00:00
Old Phoenix whistled our song, Boy. Crashed into the Desert floor and invented a new way to fly. Grabbed me by the hand and left you behind.
And all the TVs are Bee-Buzzin a victory song for a war we'll never win.
And I'm dreamin dreams that pull me back in.
Where am I and what am I doing?
And you?
Act fast.