Inferno

We were 17
Hoping for better things
Like worms waiting for wings
And high school rings
Fight club was sold out
We went to see inferno instead
You said I never even heard of it
But I liked karate kid
Who’s that riding on the banks of the Rio Grande
Its Jean Claude Van Dam
Its Jean Claude Van Dam
Who’s that riding on the banks of the Rio Grande
Its Jean Claude Van Dam
Its Jean Claude Van Dam
I can’t make sense of this
Why some memories persist
Halfway through we left
And shared a cigarette
I can’t go home
The way is dark and overgrown
Though your hands in my hand
I fail to understand
Who’s that singing in the land of the falling rain
I think its Kurt Cobain
I think its Kurt Cobain
Who’s that singing in the land of the falling rain
I think its Kurt Cobain
I think its Kurt Cobain
In this recurring dream
2 swans on a rushing stream
Things are seldom as they seem
In a fevered dream
Into the fire
Into the fire they go
Far from the world they know
Into the fire they go