A glimpse into the future. The first entry into the story about "The Banker."
lyrics
I taste the summer
In your wedding dress.
For years to come
You’ll be on my neck.
Sit real still with legs crossed
On all the banks
Where we found our love long lost.
Sweet Alexia,
Let the wedding bells ring.
Forget the habits of history.
For lungs that will never forgive me.
I can see it now in the sunrise
A sweet conceit that victory decries:
The light, the chance, it’s hot it goes
The story, the tale, it flows it grows,
Smokes and smokes on the bathroom floor.
