Mortimer Nova Contingent Upon Failure
I believe in anomoly
Community for the empty
A roll of the dice
Could be the night
Could be tonight
Standing in the center of downtown
She wears a frown, no evening gown
A toss of the coin
Could be the night
Could be tonight
Wither fast hidden shadow
A life unknown drags me below
A spin of the wheel
Could be the night
Could be tonight
A roll of the dice
Could be the night
Could be tonight
