the dust is rising
in purple swirls
while I drive into this dying sun
today
you are crying and laughing, in rudimental increments
that I don't even care for
all I want is to speed up
piercing the lonely plains
of our deserted selves
the dust is rising
in purple swirls
while I drive into this dying sun
today
you are crying and laughing, in rudimental increments
that I don't even care for
all I want is to speed up
piercing the lonely plains
of our deserted selves