The voices come out from the up and down of the alcoholic whirl they recognize the future where there is so much abhorrence Come on apples do you listen
There's a freezing sea there are fireworks There's a frozen sky there you and me No clouds no stars only spiders and pills and you just say " Yes, because
We're OK we've just hit our self again you know we can't tell you but your poppy's so great we gonna throw in the middle of lake With flowers & girls