He reminded me that the only way to. Keep aliens from reading. Your mind. Is to wear a tinfoil hat friend and wear it all the time. . Life keeps on changing.
Come dry me out. 'Cause I've been drinking all night. Before I pass out I need your ghost to tell me this bloodless voice. Is as meaningless as it sounds.
The clouds are holding up the dawn. They're stilts or crutches. I can't tell which one. To keep the short days looking longer. Or to keep the sunlight from falling on broken legs.