The Universal

This is the next century
Where the universals free
You can find it anywhere
Yes, the futures been sold
Every night were gone
And to karaoke songs
How we like to sing along
though the words are wrong

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
When the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go

No-one here is alone
Satellites in every home
Yes, the universals here
Here for everyone
Every paper that you read
Says tomorrows your lucky day
Well, heres your lucky day

It really, really, really could happen
Yes, it really, really, really could happen
If the days they seem to fall through you
Well, just let them go
Blur

Ah, because days are long and warm.
But the room is incredibly cold.

Broken hearted girl, walking down the street, watching her dreams being left behind, being swept away by the wind.

The visions of another world, a life where there was an actual meaning to words and acts. silly girl.

Breaking the cover.
The truth is that if you dance barefoot your feet grow cold.

I wonder, when is winter going to stop?