my new destination my old flashback

there was a cold breeze across the bays with heat and desert it was cold. there was beer and crazy light bouncing vapours of dozing and like ships along the runway cruising there were tears

thats my new destination (my gonna-be religion) gone, my old vision

the closest people came the colder the breeze seemed to ooze away all over, the old beach, like necklace a nice beginning deceptive place I miss there were teas just like prophecy crying

and thats my new destination my old ordeal

It's been more than a year and it's all the same must come back must get back there the breeze is calling