Strange Kind One
Once upon a time, I asked “what’s so strange?”
Answers were strange, under deep… and the shadows…
Of a meaningless questions but they’re not alone,
When the hundreds of the lighting bugs sing together, it’s also strange!
Probably the most strange ones I’ll ask the same,
Sing the same, maybe write the same…
Pull them fast, hear that broke, damage it nice, it feels not good.
Pull them fast and hear that broke.
Pull them fast, hear that broke, damage it nice, it feels not good.
Pull them fast and hear that broke.
