Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
I got my feet on the ground, and i don't go to sleep to dream. you got your head in the clouds and you're not at all what you seem. this mind, this body, and this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways. so don't forget what i told you, don't come around, i got my own hell to raise.
words, fiona apple photos, lauren ward (of natalie)