Riding through nostalgia, shaking memories by the
mile
the city lights are closing in on him
the distance grows shorter for a while
He wonders what dreams fill her heart
and wonders if what they had
On the outskirts of expansion, looking out from
Blueprint peak
The flow is flooding of urban setters panning
through rivers running dry.
Numbers roll on in, smiling a lottery grin, a
sadness blurs the ey
Sonic Wind, honing in, on a tune that no one can
hear
perfect pitch, simple glitch, promises it would
never
appear
in the skies (disguised)
Change in direction where birds never fly nor
roam
lie 'ne
I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions
run
got myself a little goldmine to bank on
but one day my heart sank when I saw Madame in
town
I knew her love would be the death of mine
(L'amour pa
Marco's shadow falls on the door
to the 7 Lost Cities of Gold
finds a raven's head and rattler's tail
dead in his tracks, this Godforsaken soul's
unwanted here and his ghost lingers for years
Amalia
