Walking hand in hand
Full of strange white glow,
We have never noticed,
That the tide was low;
All the bridges broken,
All the lights extinct-
Everything we wish for
Happens in a blink..
If we all surrender
We will see the truth-
We are acid people,
Powered by the booze;
Living in the House
Where dreams come true,
Feeding the emotion,
But not breaking through
Let's turn on the furnace-
It is getting cold..
What will happen to us,
When the House's sold?
All these empty windows
Full of secret thrill,
Will it ever miss us
Just the way we will?
Acid House
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2011
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