I was just another west-coast maximalist exploring the blues,
Ignoring the news from the front where they're taking her children away.
Taking them where they wanna go: Tall ships made of snow invading the sun.
Some people call me 'Angel' on their deathbed, in a dream.
That's right, the Czar's father thought things could've gone differntly
Last night, but they didn't...
And I couldn't bear to follow you there, where trauma exists in the sky.
20th Century Masters welcome these disasters, and so do I.
Oh baby, please don't go up into it!