I'll find you in the snow, Christine.
and I'll wait up at night
I'll find myself in the snow
we all are collapsing
Terra hates herself now
I am beginning to as well.
but no worries.
no worries anymore.
I have solved the meaning behind all things sour
I know how to be happy.
It's in the silence.
I'll find you in the snow
and once the explosions from the dwarfing sun subside
we can hold each other in silence
and I no longer feel ugly.
I am as fictitious as can be.
Hold your breath count to three.
Terra, wake up to the animosity.