Oh what? Oh why?
The state of the world.
A tightrope walk on silly string.
Standing on my toes,
where I’m kept these days,
hovering between
validity and hysteria,
above the scorched earth.
Oh what? Oh why?
The state of the world.
A tightrope walk on silly string.
Standing on my toes,
where I’m kept these days,
hovering between
validity and hysteria,
above the scorched earth.