It's the silence in their echoes
Their laughter tinny with distance
Rolling on the floor in merriment
I see a white painted wall
Neutral in their world of overdrive
Able to distinguish their laughter
As neutral knows the other gears
They're safe in within their intensity
I am safe in my banality.
Their laughter tinny with distance
Rolling on the floor in merriment
I see a white painted wall
Neutral in their world of overdrive
Able to distinguish their laughter
As neutral knows the other gears
They're safe in within their intensity
I am safe in my banality.
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