we're coming down the mountain
to see the cities of smoke
and the people running the streets
with their black clothes
here we come to see
burning sunset from buildings
and the people snore their lives
away with no ending.

it's burning and the sun's above,
but all the summer joy is gone.

everyone's in suits
hiding from the world
everyone's in suits
scream, but do as told.

like a rose dying
and ice-cream melts
you're losing you soul
wearing gloves on your hands.
coldness invades the world
sadness to your heart
the curls are gone, you're bold
the mountains call your halo.

that gleeful child
playing the grass
sees only gray metal
and no love at heart.




18.3.09 inspired by MGMT