vooligan

How do you suppose, we can light the way to get us home?
What you thought was lost, now found within…..


What a way to see this thing out.
What a way to lay this burden down.
What a way to sing this sorrow…..


And all this leads to nothing.
Still this world won’t wait.
Complicated nothings.
Still this world won’t wait……


What a way to signal tragedy.