I like to watch the city glow in the dark, down by the ocean flowing over backwards with blood. The stars are silent like forgotten guitars, pretty and anxious waiting for a glimmering song. Everything is going bad, I'm not worried. Everything is breaking up, I'm not worried. They say a sad face is good for the heart, so come with me we'll plant pineapples in the graveyard. Shine like a diamond in the shadows of doom, swing like a chandelier inside of an empty room. Freak out, fall on the floor, everybodys going crazy.