My favorite year

You in white and me in gray go well tonight
So let's linger here
This used to be my favorite palm tree
I was starving in that shit-house, the world
But now it's gone and the whole point of everything's the moving on
Well, let's see a calm and a storm and
okay, a star's born - now let me just sit here 'neath these omens
On three and four and...
Beware the company you reside in
Nicole, she, blasted on ecstasy
Some East-Pender harbor
circa 1993
It was a good year

It was a very good year
And now it's gone
You say the whole point of everything's the moving on
And I can't help but feel somewhat opposed to this
My shit has been torched by fascists,
or in some small way, we're all traitors to our own kind