:::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; November 20, 2012 What is this, Summer's Lust? You have followed me down the trail to Winter, Where you will keep me warm On a given night
A night where you are lonely, Feeling the same as I did whenever I let you in. Blow you smoke into my mouth, O cousin of July.
You will make an American out of me, In no time. Squandered in my failed attempts, To maintain something that is already broken.