Quinn

ON these long nights, side by side in harmony, we are cool anthracite, why take a train, or sail out to sea, when there are jet planes, so far we're all right, who needs reason, to act like young socialites, it's fun being away, we never ever concretely, inquire about pain, a long silent birthright, doesn’t stand scrutiny, at what we can’t buy, our horizon’s on display, the sun is all-seeing, it beats out the strain, we ate so free, we say from on high, below us eternitu, don’t ask us why?