the strangers who faces i know. i wanted it this way.
id like to fall asleep to the beat of u breathing, in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere. well u are a radio, u are an open door, while i am a faulty string of blue christmas lights. u swim thru frequencies, u let that stranger in, as im blinking off and on... and off again. and we got a lot of time... or maybe we dont. but id like to think so. so let me pretend.