Don’t open your eyes.
It’s ugly out here,
where I am standing.
But if you give me your hand
I’ll show you where the pretty things are hiding – -
where mirrors do not exist
and “scale” is not even a word.
It’s ugly out here,
where I am standing.
But if you give me your hand
I’ll show you where the pretty things are hiding – -
where mirrors do not exist
and “scale” is not even a word.
Don’t open your eyes.
It’s dark out here
and my nose obstructs any possible view
of any positive point.
You can feel it from a mile away.
It’s dark out here
and my nose obstructs any possible view
of any positive point.
You can feel it from a mile away.
It is still daylight.