Riding through mist and pouring rain thoughts turn to shadows that drift with the scene dank steaming towns and statues in macs the boy in the window the girl who stares back
I carry the weight, that tears my back and cuts my heart, I bear it on, heft the boulder, take the strain, weigh the load that's mine to shoulder.
Where did you go to Apollo? humanity hung by a thread. Where did you fly to Apollo? as I slept so soundly in bed.