Sick blue saxophones see the thermal inferno.
He has said “I will never lose the true facts.”
She has said, “I will never abandon my corners ”
Music drifts to hell.
Where will they go in the silence that follows?
Sick blue saxophones see the thermal inferno.
He has said “I will never lose the true facts.”
She has said, “I will never abandon my corners ”
Music drifts to hell.
Where will they go in the silence that follows?
Miniature Moon 