Sight
He flips turns on the lightswitch
Collapsing on things never before seen
It's like an ocean; serene
Going on farther than far
It's like an old carnival; creepy
Haunted and forever dead
It's like a ferris whell; spinning
The clockworks turn to no end
All of this is in one confined space
So he jots it down onto his paper
Collapsing on things never before seen
It's like an ocean; serene
Going on farther than far
It's like an old carnival; creepy
Haunted and forever dead
It's like a ferris whell; spinning
The clockworks turn to no end
All of this is in one confined space
So he jots it down onto his paper