Yanny

Will you come this way, to see the ruins, each time we separate, in this tired game, you play the fool, I only see your face, what does it take, through cool afternoons, for you to stay, why try to explain, there are no avenues, for us to navigate, here in the shade, it gives me the blues, thoughts on the rails, are you made of clay, I howl at the moon, if there's a flame, blow on it soon.