Closer to you. Australia, we're leaving you behind. Two sided through four sides, We slide. Twirling round and round. Spectral spaces found.
Leaves enjoy their Autumn.
Suppose yourself above it all. In our self-made worlds. Well, I met her when an old established Twining friendship failed. You'd think by now It would be right, that I'm not nailed To some obscure note. In our self-made worlds Do we rote.