This: a gorgeous poem/song.(I cannot vouch for the total accuracy of these lyrics, but they seem close enough.) Purple pavementsCrooked fingers knocking on windows without soulsBodies are swinging from rooftops and polesHowling through hollowsRestless nights in one night cheap hotelsOh, I’m only drifting to always come back And I search for somethingOh, whatever I don’t really careDriving with …
{ʇɥǝɹǝsɐ ɯɐƃɐɹıo ʇɯ}