
the dust is rising in purple swirls while I drive into this dying sun today you are crying and laughing, in rudimental increments that I don't even care for all I want is to speed up piercing the lonely plains of our deserted selves

the dust is rising in purple swirls while I drive into this dying sun today you are crying and laughing, in rudimental increments that I don't even care for all I want is to speed up piercing the lonely plains of our deserted selves