Music
Zooming in silence, the sound of a car approaching
She whispers, you're lost if I'm what you're looking for
I hope, so take me down, we'll see about that
Keep on looking out for the right exterior sunlit motor parking lot
Music
Interior grunge, you'll tell I'm sweet
Years pass by, looking older now, 40-ish
Feel my truth, two silhouettes, two shots, broke white tack cassette
Music
Dial a card, incarcerated, a year goes by so slow
Two years, it's having fun
Times fly, but that gets old after a while
Five years, it's the end of the line
Exterior beat, narrated by the man who spent a lifetime living in a castle made of sand
All alone, we see the city lining, clouds closing in, the sun stops shining
Music
Music
Exterior jade, white and with shots, found the hours
No one's waiting for another game
Two years, all I knew has passed and moved away
Five years, it's getting darker every day
Ironic it's not that light inside
Exterior beat, narrated by the man who spent a lifetime living in a castle made of sand
All alone, we see the city lining, clouds closing in, the sun stops shining
Day, slow turns to night, perspective colors fade
It's not a soundtrack, cut the black
Music