there is a landscape in my head. i sometimes travel. but this is strictly after dark. beyond the barricades and trenches. there stands the factory. hand me the costum of the sad acrobat.
The sun'll come out, tomorrow,. Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow,. There'll be sun,. . Just thinkin' about, tomorrow,. Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, till' there's none,.