Space where the night becomes wet and old
And screams, is that all?
Like maybe it all ends in here
Blue like a glitch at dark of a bright, sad feeling, that all
The neighbors will soon turn at me
Like you were to leave tonight for our nest
Hiding in a thought that maybe won't come back to me
But we are a glitch at night of a bright blue gleaming
And all will maybe just start back from here
