[ Featuring The Sloths ]
Through lefts and through rights, our liberal spite
Has traveled past us through the night
Ablaze in the sky
(Superlative minds)
Amidst all the cries
(Of charlatan blind)
Your breath is revealed by a headlight
But closer you pull, your lips are so full
And looking back through cutting slack
More close than I remember
I've made it clear I'll meet you again in
November
Who am I
