The Earth swings away from winter tonight, drops those tiny kisses on our foreheads and loosens up the rust from our frozen toes
It’s just a lumbering beast that we’re stuck on the back of, we can’t abide the passing of seasons without his true and harmonious self.
We just play the same record each time it comes around,, turn it up full blast in the good parts, wander back to the cave when it slips out of cadence
I know I was here before, but I don’t see the evidence. I really only showed up for the sex and the music and everything else has been a bonus