I can't hear myself.
Clouds crowd the top of the buildings.
Red hair a flare down the grey street.
Beats, too many beaten, asyncopation.
Your Journey Begins Here, Go!
around, around the block,
It ends.
Clouds shroud the New Jerusalem
I can't hear myself.
Clouds crowd the top of the buildings.
Red hair a flare down the grey street.
Beats, too many beaten, asyncopation.
Your Journey Begins Here, Go!
around, around the block,
It ends.
Clouds shroud the New Jerusalem