Before

American Pale Ale

Roads of Ezra
Are tangled and inner
Moon transits full of pitfalls
Comes across the blackness

Makes your blood run cold

Tests of ignition
Twinkling in twilight
So you think you know this life
You should not be so satisfied

I think that You don’t know how much bigger, much bigger

I don’t know, even you don’t know
I don’t know, even you don’t know

American Pale Ale it hooks up in my way
White. Floral. Fickle.
Isolated. Inner

I think that You don’t know
how much bigger, much bigger

I don’t know, even you don’t know
I don’t know, even you don’t know

I need her, I need her, I need her
CODA Ad lib.