My tux folds on me like boxes in a warehouse, And my tie blends in the picture, not even a fibre Seems out of place,
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in different spheres. The crowd panics.
Pick the words to use Nonchalantly, right or wrong: Stab me in the soul. (c) nyonglema
There’s a call from the depths of the shadows of the trees. No, it’s but a whisper…no a whimper A finger pointing to the sky