The billabong booms with the kind of
blokes and bush rangers that rest bundy...
Atmosphere changes
as rumbling echoes approach...
I fell from the heavens,
With a trail of fire...
Music was his life
The only life he had...
All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...
Before love came, she already
knew that its arrival would...
Tell me, how can I stay sane
In this rigged and twisted game...
Relentless, your energy is like dusk
under Iguazu Falls, like the rhythmic crashing...
The night has come again. Pheromone-filled...
Clad in suspenders and a steamy mini dress...
Your soul is a harvest gold
phone booth...
I've had it!
I sit down here an i work for you...
Our respirations were the rise and fall
of euphoria itself...