Tanaou My Summer Satire
Your ghostly breath fills the air like the smoke from
this cigarette, it's climbing high, it folds like a paper
bird then fades in an ode to the night. So don't forget
that anyway you look at this it's through, when you die i
hope you know that the day dies with you. For all of
this, i wish you well. I sit atop tall buildings watching
your light, she fights the skyline, her breath merges
with clouds... a chance to knight my summer satire.
Honest declarations and honest eyes, i can't stand the
waiting. When this night ends it all begins, i bet you
10,000 blue skies. We'll search the world for that
perfect blue sky, no rock left unturned, i hope it's not
the last time i bid you farewell... i wish you well. And
for what it's worth i'll donate this fake smile if you
say that i'll show you a sunrise you'll never forget... i
wish you well.
