the host of the show comes down,
to collapse on ground,
and the crime scene revisits me,
this body shutdown in bordeaux,
and the shores of gold coast,
on the balcony i search for sleep,
the future has fallen short,
when the sun sets north,
and clouds fall from the mirrored walls

words speak and choose
make sense and loose
capsize the tall tale, but always fail
words speak and choose
make sense and loose
forfeit the tall tale, I always will

njam :)