But the night rolls around And it all starts making sense There is no right way or wrong way You just have to live And so I do what I do And at least I exist
Little bits of memories are floating through my brain
Most of them ephemeral, but some, they never change
They say no good thing ever dies, but neither does the pain
Baby you’re my silver lining shining through the rain
I still think that Yoko Ono was fucking psychotic…. But this is absolutely the truth.
