it is a toss up which band means more to me, the eels or the flaming lips. both fill me with melancholy sorrow of the sweetest pain

always loved this
but now it means something more
it seems made for you

and as it plays on
echoing in this hotel
a lone tear slips out

how i wish to see
your lovely face as it plays
as it sums it up

oh, the words choke me
a knot growing in my throat
things i’ll never say

instead i lay here
silently mouthing along
the lone fool dreaming

drifting off to sleep
ethereal notes playing
as thunder crashes

good night my fond wish
i hope for dreamless slumber
far from the longing