Gazpacho Tick Tock Part 1
Oceanside
Ends the ride
Then you fall
The skies fly by
You close your eyes
Crystal ball
You beg for time
She’s china white
There’s no cure
Nowhere to hide
Better off
Where there’s no geography
Unseen hands will rest
The true pace of time
Your hear the thunder
Far below
The air is younger
The engine’s cold
She sells temptation
What you’re looking for
You place your bet
And cross your arms
And if you’re lucky
The engine talks
The road’s a dream within a dream
The world a cloud around you
