The clouds above creak with portent.
Chad has grown tired of silence. The quality of the minds of the country are in doubt. Chaas has grown tired with entropy. The rhythm of the world is in doubt. Justin has grown tired with apathy. The motives of the universe is in doubt.
Story behind the song
I knew a girl named Dina, and I said I would write a song about her. And I did.
Lyrics
And I would give it all back,
Just to have it all back,
White light is there any other kind?
You watch him cross the stage
as the footlights fade, mmm...
White light is there any other kind?
Luna sent a muse to me
to help me get inside of you,
White light is there any other kind?
Now every thought you've lost to think,
and every dream you've yet to drink, mmm...
We run away to escape
the cynicism of our age,
the ethereal thread pulls us away,
and the fox is still alive...
Dreaming dead bodies turn the dirt,
guided by the loss at birth,
the planet pulls you down,
don't let it pull you down...
And as I feed you
this trite bleak world view
don't forget that escape will save us
but where...
And I would give it all back
Just to have it all back
White light is there any other kind?
