Dreem

In the city of lights, she cried, tonight she lied, the city has died...

I'm going where the

Dark poets go

Where the bay waits


I'm going where Indian

Spirits roam

Waiting for passers by to

Make their home


To the beach

By the bay

Where unknown soldiers lay


I'm going where the

Dark poets go

Where the terrible summer waits


By the beach

By the bay

Down by the ocean side.