When I looked up at the sky.
Back on wooden steps
Cigarette in my right.
The moon was forever falling,
And the clouds we're going to crash
Right into me.
It was beautiful.
God.
What a damn headache.
--Lady Lay Torn
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Lay, lady, lay, lay across my big brass bed
Whatever colors you have in your mind
I'll show them to
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