Evening View Finder
It's symptomatic, as it's something I fear
Caught up in traffic, with the sun on my heels
As I walk in, suffering from delusions
These simple kids run with what used to be
Lock myself out
Just for a minute
When there's a drought
I turn you off
Feeding your emotions
Give me this for a moment
How pale was the moon lit?
It comes through my window as I lose it
Lock myself out
Just for a minute
When there's a drought
I turn off