Sweet lights come in and out like my consciousness. Come down, come down the black and white pixels flicker. Run, run to your true love, that sweet glass shining like a diamond in the dim light. Call me home, call me home to that cottonwood tree when life was easy, but baby even diamonds loose their luster. Warm me up, because I've been too cold, I'm here but I'm loosing hold; hold on reality, hold on your name. What's it matter because I'm gonna be numb here after.
I love you