A quarter to four she met me
On pheasant lane
Said come along before the rain
Pours down on you, and pours on me too
She took me to the hallow birch tree
Chased by blow winds
No kidding it up I suppose
In a sob for Johan
She sort of broke down
Kid, your gonna build up bravery
As lovers leave you
Oh, it tickles then It turns to grief
With her red eyes in the clouds she looked defeated
It hurts like hell to be futurized
Someday we’ll ride our rockets downtown
To their graveyard bones
Looking cyber
Next to their futuristic looking stones
And then we’ll cry like hell
As we crash in our sorrow
Ooh
Trying to brave-up in our Styrofoam
It poured down on us
All the road flowers got close to crushed
Walking back there wasn’t much
Talk between us
On the slippery rocks
Oh it sneaks up on you like a python
She said a last
Then the lady in the rain walked westward
Soaked and frail then gone for good
It hurts like hell to be futurized
Someday we’ll ride our rockets downtown
To their graveyard bones
Looking cyber
Next to their futuristic looking stones
And then we’ll cry like hell
As we crash in our sorrow
Ooh
Trying to brave-up in our Styrofoam
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