And here this night I thought I was alive.
And here this night I thought I really could fly.
And my town seemed to be a wonder world
And into this world I immersed headlong.
From the black tree limbs poured silence of the birds
Accompanied by the toll of my dry lashes and eye lids.
And from the black holes, a beguiling fright
Beckoned to irrevocably drown in its blight.
And I was getting high, dancing under the streetlight's lite.
And, then, it seemed there was a purpose to my life.
My brain was as bright as the moon, no less,
And heart sounded like the bell of wickedness.
And here this night I thought I was alive.
And here this night I thought I really could fly.
And my town seemed to be a wonder world
And into this world I immersed headlong.