No need to smell the poppies
As lost in their intoxication
People lose love as they lose the point
As the level of poppies
Makes the valley
Seem frozen
And timeless
People walk around as if they were ghosts
It is like a ghost town
But perfect in every way.
As lost in their intoxication
People lose love as they lose the point
As the level of poppies
Makes the valley
Seem frozen
And timeless
People walk around as if they were ghosts
It is like a ghost town
But perfect in every way.