It’s all a Wonderland inside, while the outskirts are nothing but a Wasteland. It’s alright. Wonderland can turn just as dark and dreary as Wasteland, while Wasteland has it’s moments of beautiful glory.
I am not lost. I simply don't recognize any of the world around me.
When the rays fall on your face baby you glow with might hadn't the times gone by and changed from once again this second sight capture me in your memory my dear it really is that easy think of only me just this once until the calm nothing but breezy