it won’t change- with time
age like talent on the road
besides you’ll be with me on the road
hang tight the ceiling is bound to glow
this dream will grow and bleed it’s a limited time
and a good time.
Fleeting is the seconds wasted lying in a booth
all to hear lies travel faster then the truth
hiding in the league drinking all the Vermouth
will sing carols to the sickly weak
breathing in the week
adding to the tablet too
a dream only met for two.
Saint's Muse 