"Hop In"
The interpretation of dreams and nightmares.
Walking in the woods, the forest, a killer.
I prefer the spirits of Rock, not a rock,
But music.
A muse, musing you, with music.
It's getting better every day,
Every night.
When I sleep, I feel all right.
I hope you never go away, I'll fight for you.
You're my last remaining light.
Better than a Christmas card on a forsaken deathbed.
Even if it's red, even if it's blue,
I'll always love you.
Yet, I couldn't wake up in the hospital that evening...
Blood soaked pillow cases?
Dumb teenagers!
No more light...