taxi tires roll through rippling streets of the two o'clock black sky infinite building night. morning. whatever. theres a trench coat train wreck in the phone booth whos convincing himself she just cant get to the phone. she's off to her farewell life. divorced widows with fur coats still purring waste away over their drink. umbrella mystery girls come & go but it's just like the morning to take away everything you've been dreaming of. all anyone wants in life is someone to be lonely with but tear stained sleeves & cum stained sheets are all a lonely man can express as time goes by.
Electronic by christian camp choir