Mulder from Psychological Photographs by Pumpkin Friend

Drain drain
Drain drain
In candlelight blue
(Drain, drain, it’s going down the drain, drain)
Looking for the pilot
In a leaf-blown moment we’re meeting for the first time
(Airplane, airplane, who are you?)
Time has disappeared in this zip code
(Must find the airport, must not sleep)
In a rain-drenched coat, standing on the road
Moth in my throat, moth in my throat
Moth inside the lamp
Crossing into another dimension of thinking
I brought this back with me
(Until the dawn savior saves you)
Drain, drain
Wondering what its like being you
Drain, drain
Wondering what its like being you
It’s going down the drain, drain
(I brought this back with me)

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