Lawrence Opel dwells upon the 33rd floor, realizing his life was to be no more
His life of Scarlet could not replace his love for his Charlotte, it must have been strange no matter how he tried
Endlessly finding himself falling down the stairs, noticing there wasn't any chairs
Wondering his way through a prism of light, Opel's soul it shine so bright
Passionate minstrel picks up Yesterdays tomorrows
Opel couldn't realize
They were transfixed upon eyes
He wasn't far from his disguise
He lived upon the 33rd floor
Orange colored lights flickered down the spiraling staircase, Memory's of thoughts ago you notice the tapestry
Jolly thoughts of painted confusions of a rheumatic orchestrated mind, a lover lies eternal sunshine, eclipse is blind