Rex - Trance To The Sun

Me and you in a hover craft

On our way to the end of the measured mass

We are blood and dark light

Come with us we’re going to bed

With ribs sticking out like a little starving dog…

Forever

Soft and delicious red as if blood was all over…

Just like a little starving dog

Doesn’t it hurt when you realize the magnitude of what you’ve severed

What’s been lost and never will be found again