I just don’t know what to do tonight
My head is aching as I drink and breathe
Memory falls like cream in my bonesmoving on my own.
There must be something I can dream tonight
The air is filled with the moves of you
All the fire is frozen yet still I have the willoohah.
TrumpetsviolinsI hear them in the distance
And my skin emits a raybut I think it’s sadit’s much too bad
That our friends can’t be with us today.