everything is white
tonight"
I've been working at the airport bar
It's like Christmas in a submarine
Wings and brandy on a winter's night
I guess you wouldn't call it a scene
Oh what a strange time of year it is. Ecery day is a strange time of the year. Every day comes but once a year. They come but once a lifetime. However, we exist in minutes-hours-n'days as much as the universe exists in metres-n'yards-n'miles. That is, not to say we don't to a certain extent. Memphis in June. April in Paris. The suns will change. London is sometimes a hell of a town, someplaces a hell of a time. The lights go out in New Orleans, the city gets less red.
