The flickering city lights that filled two lost souls. The shimmering delusions of a once now distant past. They turn ghosts into children.
Running through the wild, the search of divinity.
Smoking all the dope, snorting all the coke.
Wild cats crashing city to city. Prowling creatures of the mysterious night.
The high life, night life, the fantasy life.
Right infront of us. In arms reach, but no one seems to grasp it.
Eyes on the road, the synthesized chill wave sounds, the ocean crashing beside us.
It feels so right. It feels nostalgic. It feels euphoric.
I'm tired of the sunrise.
I'm ready for the sunset.
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